Worst Bullied Times

This is really hard for me to talk about, but I went to a private school and I got terribly bullied. There is a stereotype going around that private school kids are snotty and stuff like that. But we aren't. We are the same as a public school, but we just have Bible class and Church. (< my favorite part of the week was Church. Everyone was quiet)

I guess I'll start with my painful stories then.
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5th grade:
This was the year when all the bullying started for me. This kid I used to like, Chris Mistretta, would come up to me with his friend, Nathan Maine, and they would call me a baby hippo and punch me. Sometimes, when I was walking down the hall, they would trip me or push me into the wall and say I fell. Most of the time, when I was on my way to get on the bus, they would push me into the lockers and take my stuff and slide it down the hall. :( It made me late for the bus a lot. My mom would have to come and get me. She'd be mad. Luckily, not at me though.

But, what sucks is, I never had an issue with self esteem or confidence, but that day, the day they started doing that, they both dropped.

I went up to my teacher, Mr. Roland and I told him what they were doing. He said that he would fix it. He pulled them out into the hall and talked to them. The boys walked in and apologized together. I said it was ok and that I forgive them and that I won't hold it against them. The next day, Mr. Roland said he had to go outside and talk to another teacher about our field trip and that we need to stay quiet. He had someone go up to the white board and write names down of people who were talking. We did that all the time. Anyway, I was "a pretty good kid". I just drew and stayed quiet. But Chris was at the board. Nathan whispered at Chris. He walked over to Nathan. They laughed and Chris walked up to the board. He wrote my name down.

I didn't know because I had my head down as I was drawing. When Mr. Roland came back in, he saw that I was on the board. He called my name and asked to see me in the hall.

"Why were you talking?" He asked.
"I wasn't. I was drawing." I replied.
"You were talking. Your name was on the board when I walked in." He said.
"Ask anyone but Nathan and Chris if I was talking." I replied.
"I will." He said. We both walked back inside. He asked if I was talking. Everyone but Nathan, Chris and one of my other bullies, Brooke said no. Mr. Roland said…

"Arzey, you were talking."
"No I wasn't! Three people said I was! But the rest of them said no! Plus, those people are the three are bullies of mine!" I said.
"Yea right." He said. "You need to stop lying. Go to the office."
I walked down to the office crying and scratching my arm. Trying to get myself to bleed. When I got to the office, my mom's friend, Mrs. Susan asked what was wrong. (She worked there.)

"Mr. Roland doesn't believe me. Chris, Brooke and Nathan got me in trouble again." I said.
Mrs. Susan got mad. But not at me. She knew I wouldn't do anything so bad that I would get sent to the office for it.
"It's ok. We'll tell Mr. Roland that you got punished." Mrs. Susan said. But that wasn't enough for me. I was crying so hard I couldn't breathe. My arm was bleeding and I had to be sent home. But my mom was mad at me for scratching myself. I got grounded for a week. So yea, the rest of the year, this would happen around three times a month. :,(

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6th grade:
This year was a living hell for me.

One day around Christmas break, I was swinging with my friends on the swings during recess. The seventh graders came out and were walking past us. I was singing quietly and minding my own business. But a girl walked up to me with her two bossy friends. Daja, Lani and Julia.

"What are you singing?" Daja asked me sarcastically.

"None of your business. You should just leave me alone. We don't get along." I said.

"Excuse me?!" She yelled. "I was just asking what you were singing!"

"Well, I don't want anything to do with you right now." I said. I started to walk away.

"Don't walk away from me! I'm speaking to you!" She yelled. Like a complete idiot, I turned back around and sat on the swing.

"Fine. I'll give you a bit of my time, but make it quick." I said in a rude tone.

She continued to insult me and laugh at me.

"Ok big britches, I'm done with you. I'm going now." I said.

"What did you just call me?!" She yelled.

"You heard me!" I said. I walked away mad and insulted.

She walked away and went to the teachers and told them I called her a bitch.

(Now, if you go up a little bit, you'll see in bold and underlined that I called her big BRITCHES)

The vice principle knew I didn't say it. Once again, I scratched myself and cried till I couldn't breathe anymore. Even my MOM and DAD knew I didn't say it. I would never call someone that word. At our Christmas party, the vice principal, Mrs. Bown, went to my teacher, Mrs. Jenny and said that I didn't call her that. She nodded her head and left. Soon after that, we went back to class to pack up and go home. My teacher Mrs. Jenny asked to see me in the hall. I didn't pay any mind to it because I didn't do anything wrong.

"Don't you ever say a bad word again! You don't say words like that!" She yelled.

"Mrs. Brown just told you I didn't…" I said. I was interrupted.

"Don't speak! You said it and you shouldn't have!" She yelled. She told me to go back into the classroom. ONCE AGAIN… I couldn't breathe, I was covered in tears and I my stomach started to hurt because I was trying too hard to breathe. I got on the bus alone in the back and said nothing. When I got home, I went to my room, locked my door, and cried with my dog in my arms. He helped me get through it.

About an hour later, I considered suicide. But I got on youtube and watched CaptainSparklez, Skydoesminecraft and TheBajanCanadian. I felt a lot better! I decided not to and I watched them every day on the bus. I didn't worry about the bullies anymore. I soon got immune to it and made all of their insults and assaults jokes.

I am now homeschooled due to the bullying and getting beat up. I have internet friends and friends on my city volleyball team. :D

That's the stories about my terrible bullying times. :(

 

I was bullied for how I looked, and how much I weighed. I was a smart kid, but whenever I got a question wrong, there would be hell because I was "Little miss perfect." I don't believe it, So no big deal :P. But in6th and 7th grade, I hoped I wouldn't be the one without friends. I had 2 close friends. Emma and Allie. 1 was in the same grade, but never talked to me because she was a pat for 2 years. And the other one was a grade higher, and ignored me at school. But I knew they liked each other more than me. I was pretty much alone. I had people to sit with at lunch, but they ignored me. Until I found this really nice girl. She is so nice and wanted to be my friend. I said sure, and we became really close. Shes funny and sweet. And she doesn't judge me for playing minecraft (like a whole much of people at my school do).

I have another thing, but I REALLY don't feel like mentioning it because it involves someone I love.

 

*hugs you*

 

*Hugs back*

 

Well, there was this one time where my friend, Kitty(No, we don't have contact anymore.) was having her 11th or 12th birthday at her house, and mostly everyone she knew went. One of my old classmates was invited too.
Her parents bought us food, and a lot of stuff. It was fun, until they went into a place where kids SHOULD be supervised, nobody saw the sign except me and my old classmate, and we decided that we wanted to leave the party for a while because we didn't want to get in trouble. We were told by this boastful female classmate that we can either stay or leave. We chose to leave and roam around the building. Huge coincidence that my old classmate's mom works there, so she knew where we were and stuff. We ended up alone for the next few hours.
And after those hours of happiness passed, we heard that they threw a party in Kitty's room, and decided to go there for some stupid reason. Kitty was there, of course, but the others that weren't happy that we were there, too.
And so on, it was peaceful for an hour or longer. Until Kitty said she had to go out and buy something. That's where me and my old
classmate were suddenly pushed out of Kitty's house without letting us back in to get our stuff. I was there, in front of the door crying. I didn't know what to do, but my old classmate asked if I had my phone with me. Of course, she called my mom to pick me up in an hour. I didn't want to leave my stuff in there OR show that I was weak. The next thung I knew, was me bursting into tears and angrily pushing the doorbell. The boastful classmate answered the door, and told us to get lost. I told her no, and she asked everyone in the room if they wanted me to stay. Only 1 said that they wanted me to stay, the rest didn't probably because of the boastful bitch giving them a look that scared them. I quickly said that I wanted to get my stuff back, and I accidentaly left my coat in there for whatever reason I was dozing off to. I was crying outside, and my old classmmate told me that it'll be all over soon, and Kitty suddenly came out from the lift, and asked us what happened. After Kitty knew the story, she busted in her old house and raged the hell out of the boaster. Of course that bitch went silent. Everything was peaceful until the following Monday. That same bitch tried to chew me out in class, but she got in trouble for 'chatting' in class.
Obivously her hatred for me grew after these years.
...The worst is that I'm in 7th grade and there's no chance of seeing them anymore, and yet everytime I think about all this it just hurts me too much. I even have thought of suicide but I couldn't pull it off.
Almost everyday, I ask myself this, ''Why am I still alive?''
Right now I'm taking consulation, and it's not working. Earth feels like hell itself.
EDIT : Well a certain someone on this very forum itself said that every time she sees someone being happy, she just gets sadder. I'm at that point where it just happens. Everything that seems positive about me might be true to you, but I just didn't want to show it because people would say that I am a loser, et cetera.

 

*Hugs*

 

*smiles because you hugged back* :)

 

Hmm...Primary was hell for me, I was targeted for being 'uncommon' because I had Tourette's and for being VERY skinny, I was called 'Spastic' 'Unwanted' 'anorexic' and a poor excuse for human being. Baring in mind this started in 2007 (When I was diagnosed) so I had little understanding of what was going on, It was only in year 5 I realised what was going on, It was probably the lowest I have ever felt in my entire live, I began to neglect myself, I lost a lot of weight because I didn't feel good enough to eat, I'd have regular panic and anxiety attacks which stopped me from doing stuff I loved, I developed social anxiety which I still have today, I begged my mum on a daily basis for me to move schools where I made myself so ill that I was in hospital for a week. (My mum couldn't move my schools because there was only one catholic school in the area which I happened to go to)
I was punched on several occasions, I pretty much felt worthless. Year 6 came and went and instead of getting better thing got worse I lost all self confidence and locked myself way from the outside world, I missed at least two months of school because of this. I lost all my friends an felt so lost, so I went and searched for happiness elsewhere, and I found Minecraft, and quite literally I felt something I hadn't felt in a long time, I eventually bought the game in year 8 (High school) and I've met so many people who have actually cared for me and make sure I was ok, I'm not gonna over emphasise this bit, if I hadn't met them I probably wouldn't be writing this :')

 

I read these and feel so bad that people have to suffer, and I can't do anything.

I guess all I have to say is that:

theres 7.8 billion people on this planet
It doesn't really matter
That you are still here
suffering
because of
a few people

Stand up to them, don't waste your time or your life dwelling on something that won't matter in the future.

 

Your story inspires me. I was bullied for being over weight. Pretty much the opposite of you. Either way, I am sorry this happened to you. Guess what, you'll be successful someday, and those bullies won't be. Either way, I want to be your friend. If you don't mind. I think you sound like a nice person and trust me, I care about everyone. Even the bullies. No one deserves to suffer.

*NOTICE TO EVERYONE*

The people who bully you are either jealous of you, or they have a bad life at home. So feel bad for them and tell them they are awesome and you hope they become a wonderful human being.

 

People used to and still make fun of me because i am white. like almost albino but not really.

So yeah.

 

Awwww... Thats so mean of those people.
I'm sure your voice is fine.
Plus 12,13,14 are those "awkward" stages for guys....
People are just rude.

 

Basically, some people invented this thing called the (my name) touch. They say, "YOU TOUCHED THAT, IT'S POISONED!"
I hate them.

 

I would just tell them to f*** off. But that might get you in trouble.
Maybe just tell the teacher.
This reminds me of the cheese touch from Diary of A Wimpy Kid.

 

My teacher doesn't give a shit about me. She actually likes the kids that bully me. I have told them to shut the f*** up. I got in trouble.

 

One time in biology in 6th grade one of the people that bullied me said i looked like one of the girls in the movie we were watching.
When the teacher heard him she started to cover her mouth to try and not laugh.
She ended up not giving him detention even though it hurt my feelings.
Plus the whole class laughed too.
After middle school people start to stop messing with you (in most cases.)
Then if people mess with you after that you don't really care anymore.
I guess because in high school people are more focused on education and there GPA versus being a total a hole to everyone.

 

That doesn't apply to everyone. I am also bullied for being "fucking fat".

 

:( That's so sad...
I'm sorry people do that to you.
Just ignore them.

 

*hugs*

 

It's impossible to. I only have one real friend in my class. I wouldn't even consider that person a friend. The rest either hate me, or don't care about me. School is endless depression for me.