Real Kids Speak Out

New School

If you’ve ever gone to a new school, you can sympathize. I didn’t have very many friends there, just one. She invited me to her “group” and I enjoyed it, however, one girl quite obviously didn’t like me. I’d see her whispering to everyone except me and then look at me and giggle. I noticed this quickly and addressed it to my friend, she understood and she talked to the girl. The girl did not take this well, she contined being mean to me and my friend.

all kind of bulling

I go to school I get a bad grade people make fun of me that’s called bulling I get home I get on the internet a story pops up people saying from school you need to go to a different school and you suck that called cyble bulling that’s bad my family said we made up a bullied name if someone bullied behind your back we call it back bulling we are against bullys I was bullied I did not like it at all but now I have a bunch of friends im glade my family too don’t be a bully choose kindness its more better like that and that’s just me.

speak out

I speak out if someone gets bullied it hurts my fillings so I tell a adult as quick as I can it not fun to be bully ones I was bulled i really still am getting bully I just walk away and tell a grown up that I trust it not smart nice cute or right to be bulled believe me I hate getting bulled its not a good feeling it hurts but you i’ll get over it some day might take a while but you will get there all those people on TV ross Maya and all them i’m sure they were bullied but I know they got over it and i’m really happy for them there funny but its not about that its about bulling im so sorry if you are getting bullied you know your nice smart funny and all those kind of things we’ll I gotta go don’t let people bulling you and have fun with your lift.

The mean note

On the last day of school of school I opened up my yearbook and someone wrote no one likes you horray! I was heartbroken. The only who matched up with the handwriting was my BFF. I started crying in the cafeteria. Do not let anyone bring you down. But I was not surprised I am bullied constantly.

Depression

Getting bullied is hurtful, scary and depressing.
People used to call me fat and swear words.
One time in the playground, I was eating my snack and a girl took my lunchbox and put it in the bin and then said ” Hey Olivia, we’re playing hide the lunchbox! I’ll give you a hint: It’s dirty and very smelly!” And I knew it must be the bin so I had to put my arm in the bin to get my lunchbox and I was very upset but I didn’t want to tell the teacher because I thought the girl would be even more mean to me. My mistake here was not telling a teacher or adult; don’t make the same mistake.

bus bully

Hi my Michaela and I am 11 and I used to ride the bus and I got bullied alot and that happened because I stood up for people and I was big and I tried to make I stop that is my story

a horrible day for me

one day I was in the bathroom and Delbert walked up and started talking about how he was going to make me wet my pants , and started to beat me up I cried my mom picked me up from school I had a black eye it was awful.

Bullying is Never Right

Personally, I think the people the media effects most are kids, teenagers, and young adults. I remember being 8 and looking at these people thinking that I just wasn’t good enough, and never will be. I cried every day because of the way I looked. I hated going to school, and it was hard to look at myself in the mirror. Now, at 16 years old, I still find it hard to look in a mirror. That is what I grew up around. The people on the magazines never left my head. At 8 I hated myself, at 12 I became depressed, and at 13 I started cutting myself. It’s been 3 and a half years and I find it a struggle each and every day to try and look like those people on TV or in the magazines. Now, at 16 years old, I’m looking back thinking why I ever thought any of that was right. The depression, the cutting, the self-hate has never left me alone. Every day I wonder if I am going to be able to make it. Every day I wonder if this is going to be the day where I relapse.

No, I’m not perfect. There have been times where I have relapsed. There have been nights where I didn’t think I was going to make it through the pain. But, guess what? Those feelings don’t last forever. I made it through those nights. I struggled and I cried, but I made it through. Nothing can take that away from me. The feelings come back. They do. I’m not going to lie. Sometimes I wonder what I did to deserve any of this. Sometimes I wonder why this is happening to me. Other times I think I deserve the things that have happened to me. Coming from a broken home, having 2 sisters pass away, having my cousin, who was my best friend, pass away, and being bullied constantly at school because I have never been skinny. Ever. It runs in the family. We can exercise and diet all we want, but we are still going to be bigger. That’s okay. As I have gone through all of these things, I have begun to realize that I’m not perfect. I never have been, and I never will be. And that is okay. That is what makes me who I am. An imperfect, struggling, bigger girl, and a loving person that is going to fight like hell. That’s what we as humans do. We fight. We win. Nothing can ever hold us back.

A lot of people ask why? Why are we here? Why is this happening to me? Why is this my life? What a lot of people don’t know is that you aren’t given anything you aren’t strong enough to handle. Each and every person has strength they didn’t know they have. We live in a world where crying is supposedly a sign of weakness. Where if you break a bone, everyone wants to know how you are doing, but if you have a mental illness, everyone thinks you’re crazy. Having a mental illness isn’t crazy! It happens to millions of people across the world every single day. Sadly, it can start at such a young age. A huge cause of something like depression in kids and teenagers is school bullying. It is so damaging. Especially when someone already has depression. It just makes it worse. Bullying can happen at any age though. In is world, some people are just mean and rotten. The most common reason of bullying is that the bully has something bad going on in their life. So, they feel they need to make other people suffer just as much as they are suffering themselves. Another big reason is because they are being bullied them self. It is so horrible that people feel the need to tear other people down to make themselves feel better. Bullying is never right. Ever!

Not All Stories Can Be Summed Up With A Title

Hi. I’ve never really done this sort of thing before, so I don’t know what I’m doing really, but I can just wing it as I go along. I do that a lot.

I’ve been bullied since day two of kindergarten (I made myself throw up on day one so that I would be able to go home. I can throw up on command, it comes in handy more than you think), and it’s changed who I am. I used to not care what people thought, but then again, that’s a little kid thing. But for me, that’s everything. There was this girl in kindergarten named Andrea. She wasn’t exactly horrible, just made me feel bad about myself but not once did I stand down to her, despite my new sense of anxiety of being picked on.

In second grade, a new school, things were mostly fine, if you excluded the scenario in which I asked a popular girl if I could play with her and, please read this with the snootiest voice you can manage, her response was, “You better not.” The mostly okay-ness ended when two girls named Emily and Chloe transferred into my class and tormented me. Emily stole a friend from me and Chloe kicked me down further on the social ladder simply because she could and because we had the same first and last name. By fifth grade, I told a girl by the name of Aubrey how I wished I could just get back at Emily for everything she’s done and everything she’s said. Something about sometimes wishing I could just throw a rock at her slipped my mind, so she picked up a rock and so it began. Humans, in general, usually try to make themselves look perfect to keep up their image, but there you go. There’s that.

As years went by, kids got meaner, as you would naturally expect, and I found myself feeling lost and helpless. Girls stole my shoes, boys would push me onto the ground any chance they got, and anything I said was ignored. I still had most of the same old friends, although one of which decided I wasn’t worth their time and joined the “cool” group with his brother following his lead (although he didn’t become cool).
I’m not going to lie and make my life sadder than what it was, because I had friends, but sometimes people are just sad. I’ve been wondering why I’ve been sad for a long time now and I have a partial answer:

You see, I’m what you would call genderfluid. Of course, my default friends (kids of parent’s friends, there’s two of them and they live right next to me) are religious therefore I can’t tell them. I can’t tell anybody, really, it’s not an easy thing to accept. It feels like I’m being pulled literally into two parts, the long way. I wish I could tell my mom, but have you ever tried telling your mom that everything that she’s ever known about you is pretty much wrong? Just imagine it, “Oh by the way, you only have a daughter, sorry. And bisexual. Oops, right?”

More recently, I was online and a girl spoke to me about wanting to know what killing herself felt like. I couldn’t save her, and her friends were well aware that I was the last one to speak to her, so it was my fault. They told me to kill myself. The funny thing is, that the whole thing started with them accusing one of my friends for telling one of their friends to kill himself and they were all screaming about how you don’t tell someone to kill themselves, ever. Funny how that worked out, isn’t it?

Of course, I won’t try to kill myself because I tried to last year and since then my eyes have been opened so much. There’s so much to do in so little time and I have so little opportunity to do any of it, but I still have my dreams. I want to see the stars, I want to save a species or two, I want to be famous but at the same time just a little nobody living a nobody life with a nobody family that has mountains of potential dreams like mine of their own. I’m a bit of a dreamer, but it leaves me heartbroken. I can dream that I age a few years and marry David Tennant, but that doesn’t make it happen or that it ever will. But still, I refuse to stop dreaming of being on Doctor Who, because sometimes, just sometimes, a dream comes true. I sound a bit obsessed, but those were just two coincidental dreams, one of which impossible and the one just really, really unlikely. Also, I’ve been binge watching Doctor Who for a few weeks.

There wasn’t really a point to this, but there you go. The terribly written life story of Ashe Wood, the sometimes boy who’s scared of being forgotten, and at the same time afraid of being known.

Bye, whoever you are.

The time I got bullied

I was at recess and I asked if I can play tag with them and they said no so me and my friend went to go swing. Then the next day I asked if can play tag and they said no. I keep asking all week and they said no. Me and my other friends stared playing tag and they came and asked if they can play I said yes even thow they didn’t let me play with them I still let them play. ;-(