THE IMPACT OF CREATIVE DRAMA TECHNIQUE ON AGGRESSIVE BEHAVIOUR

THE IMPACT OF CREATIVE DRAMA TECHNIQUE ON AGGRESSIVE BEHAVIOUR

Here we are going to show how people got bullied and we want you to listen it from themselves. A lot of people are bullied every day we have to avoid this and understand how serious this is. Now we are going to look at will, marisela, curtis, ceyanne, tori, maya, gemma, angel, mikayla, shauna, eliana, alyssa, richard, cheyanne, shyanne, kyria, destiny, kady, ruby and a girl who not want share her name´s storys

Hello. My name is Will. I am 14 year old hiker, runner, and boy scout and I was bullied as well.

These bullies weren’t as bad as others but they did traumatize me.

I have a disorder called Aspergers Syndrome. A minor form of Autism. I think differently from others and find it hard to be social. Since first grade. I have always been known as the nerd with his nerdy friends doing nerdy things. I could of been in the cool kid sports group but sports wasn’t really my thing. I loved video games and Youtube. I’ve had 2 very close friends who were twins.

Karen, My best friend and Tarik, My 2nd best friend. Ever since I moved to my new school in 3rd grade. We met each other and had a close relationship. Our Semi popular group was made of 6 people. Me,Kaden,Tarik,Chase,Evan, and Dylan. I loved going to school to see them and even better, having the whole gang come over, play Minecraft, and eat pizza all night. But in 6th grade. That all changed. I was going through the change to adulthood and found different interests. I was done with Lego and Minecraft. But The others weren’t. Then one day. The group just wanted to ditch me right up in my face.I was heartbroken I didn’t know what to do. That was just the beginning. The group of 5 started to torment me. They knew about my Aspergers and used it to their advantage. They always played the same games I played at recess and always target me to get me out and find a way for me to lose. They called me terrible names. some curse words,some like Little Miss Boy Scout, Jerk, Stupid, Nerd and so on.They stole my lunch, ran away and chased me, and spread sexual rumors about me. I was driven to the point of insanity and when I got back from school one day I ran to my room and cried like crazy. My only source of friends, gone. I stayed in my room drowning in tears for what seemed like hours. I then decided to go on Minecraft to calm me down. I remember playing On Minecraft when Chase logged on, bragged about a sleepover that I wasn’t invited to, and said it was my fault. I then talked with my Mom she encouraged me to find a new group, With a few kids. My new best friend named Jaden. He Stood up to me when I was bullied and defended me. He invited me to play games and when Kaden and his group came to torment me, Jaden told them to screw off.

I finally felt good knowing I had a real friend. I am now In 8th grade With new friends who like me for who I am. Kaden and Tarik moved to a different school. Chase tried to bully me in the beginning of 7th grade. But I got him out of the way. He now hangs out with a group of troublemakers. I barely see Evan and Dylan admitted his wrongdoing and we became band partners. Everything worked out great in the end and that is my story. ~Will~

Marisela Hi my name is Marisela. I was bullied from 1st all the way to 5th grade. I'm in 11th grade now and i'm now 17, so it was a long time ago. But the scars from all those years of bullying are still there. I was a very quiet and shy kid so i guess that made me an easy target and i was treated pretty much like dirt. I should also mention my dad passed away when i was 6 and on top of that i was being bullied. When i got a little older i became depressed a lot and i never knew why. By the time i was 15 i realized i was feeling so depressed because i hadn't gotten over being bullied and i realized that i need to come to terms with that in order to move on with my life. You have to forgive because if you live with this hatred in our heart all your doing is hurting yourself. Forgiveness doesn't make what that person did to you right, forgiveness is for you so that you can move on and be happy. This process of forgiveness is something i'm still going through. I'm over the bullying for the most part but as for the people who hurt me its gonna take longer for me to forgive them for that. From my experience i've learned so much and its made me such a strong person. And i have to give a huge thanks to my family who love me unconditionally especially my mom she's everything to me. I've come a long way and my life is doing pretty good right now. If your being bullied please stay strong because life has so much in store for you and you won't want to miss out on it. ~Marisela~

Hey my name is William but I go by Curtis.

My dad is active military and was deployed for most of my younger years. We moved about every 2-3 years so making friends was more an more difficult and people seemed to think the new kid was an easy target to pick on. So from 3rd grade and on I was bullied for any an every reason. I was small, skinny, had big teeth, had a military style backpack, had a high voice, etc. Life was an awful thing to love everyday and there are so many time I wanted to quit. Just end it all. I cried everyday and tried to do anything I could to just fit in. I tried laying low, I tried hiding, and even football because football players are popular. I got -2 yards and a concussion because they put me, an 87 pound freshman at fullback against a 280 pound Samoan. He then told me "you are too small to ever amount to anything in sports". Here comes the best part. I moved to Arizona as a sophomore in HS. clean slate.

No one knew me. Perfect. I saw a quote online saying how wrestling is the only sport where you can be a champion no matter how small you are. I was Hooked. I laid low and let my actions in the sport speak for themselves. I worked hard everyday spilling blood, sweat an tears with a smile. Kids at my school pointed at me "that's the kid that's the state champ" or "that's the national champion" and "he broke the _____ record." I loved it. People looked up to me. Spoke highly of me. It was an addiction. Now, I wrestle NCAA d2 with my college paid for and the last kid who bullied me served me my burger at in-and-out. ~Curtis~

Hi, my name is Ceyanne (pronounced See-Anne). m It all began in the 2nd grade, I was about 3 years old my aunt brought a dog home, and one day the dog completely turned on me. Ripped up my face. I started to heal before I began school, but I still had visible scares I'm my forehead, on my cheeks. About my 2nd month at school, I started to get called names like scareface, ugly, hideous, ect. And because I was Native American, it made it worse because kids were telling me "go back the reservation! We're you belong!" It continued through out Elementry School, I never told anyone because I thought nobody understood. It wasn't all that bad during Jr. High, but now I started to lose self confidence, I saw all these beautiful girls I was going to school with and here I was a four eyed scared faced girl that no one noticed. Still, I kept everything to myself. When people would tell me I would be prettier if I didn't have any scares on my face, I would try so hard to brush it off but I jus ended up crying and all they said was "I'm jus saying." I grew up in a Christian home, my grandfather is a pastor and when I couldn't hold it in any longer I cried to him telling him everything I was going through, and he told me "You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. God made everybody the same, he loves us all the same keep your self in his hands sweetheart, and I promise your world, everything you are. Will be jus fine." You see, God is with us always. What we go through, he endures with us, when you feel lonely he will be there guiding us, showing us that there's more to beauty than just a good looking face. I still continue to be self conscious, but I have way too much self respect to listen to what other people say about my appearance. PLEASE don't wait too long to tell someone about what you're going though, you may think there's nobody who will listen to you but i promise you there are more people who go through what you're going though everyday. Reach out, talk to someone, and everything will be okay. I PINKY promise. ~Ceyanne~

Hi, my name is Tori and I would be a so-called "veteran" of bullying. I can't remember when it started honestly, but for a big part of my life, I was as very poor. For two years straight, I lived in a camper with my baby sister and both parents, and I would have to get dressed at morning in the complete darkness, so my clothes were dirty and never matched. My hair was always ratted and messy, my teeth were yellowed and crooked, I had cheap glasses, and all-around looked unhygienic.

Those who didn't make fun of me pretended I wasn't there. I was called every name you could imagine, and every night I would go home to my camper and cry myself to sleep silently and wish I could wake up pretty just like everyone else, but as I woke up, it never happened. As we moved into an actual house over time, I was always moving into a new rented house, and at each one, I was still the loser. It hurts when people make digs at you, but it's just as hurtful when everyone pretends you aren't there. Last year I finally snapped and decided to just end it all because it would never get better. I took a bottle of Aspirin and went to the hospital. I have been depressed and occasionally still do have it, but I realized not to care what other people thought of me, as cliché as that sounds, because I am who I am. And I'm proud to be a big-eyed short scrawny braceface because I know that there will never be another me

~Tori~

Hello, my name is Maya! As you read this you may not think it is as bad as some other stories or your own. Well, anyways, I started school at an early age, well it was like day care but we mostly learned. I attended a private catholic school until the end of 3rd grade. I did not encounter any bullying there but my mom could not afford to send me there anymore so that is why I left. 4th grade had finally come I was terrified to go to a new school mainly because it was a public school 2x the size of my old school. My first day was not so bad I was just really scared and I even got lost but thankfully my mom works there. towards the middle of the year people started pick on me because of my size, I was very short because of bone growth delay ( that is when your bones don’t grow as fast as they should) I was pretty used to it because of my old school and outside activities. It was different there thought because it was more than one person and more than once in a while. People would also call me a “ squeaky short dumb Asian”.

Not all of the time but it still hurt. This was the year my friend from my old school died from cancer a day after my birthday. I had to leave early to go to her funeral. That also ruined my school year on top of that, one of my only friends had been stolen away by a girl who’s twin sister had been very mean to me. In middle school I was stuck with the same people because I go to a k-8 school thankfully that resulted in me having a good number of friends, but in 6th grade that was the year I found out ( after being tested) I had 3 disabilities. School was really hard for me I would still get A’s and B’s but I would just slip by, I also had a sleeping disorder so I would come to school exhausted making learning a greater challenge, my mom was/is dyslexic so it was difficult for her to help me and my dad left my mom and me when she was pregnant (with me) returned after my birth then left again when I was 4 so he couldn't help me. Once in 6th grade I was partnered with a kid who had mildly bu l lied me in 4th grade, in math class we had to do a certain amount of math problems timed, he would be finished before me and he called stupid, slow, an idiot, a dumb Asian. He did this for the whole class period, I almost cried but I held in my tears and I have been doing that a lot that would cause me stress and anxiety. To make myself feel better with all the other names including ugly, stupid, small, and fat I would scratch and dig my nails in my arms and hands ( I have really long nails).

Bullying in my current grade (7th) has not been that bad I am on medication for my ADHD and it helps but it makes me angry, I have never really had any physical bullying, but sometimes I would come home with bruises from walking in the hall, getting back from lunch is HELL the fist classrooms are the 8th graders so they would push and shove and sometimes they would push other people into me. I have reported past bullying and the teachers have reacted by punishing the kid who did it. I don't really have that problem anymore, well not yet anyway. Boys still call me ugly but I don’t really care and I have lots of friends to help me. Thank you for taking time to read this long story I have more but that would take way too long. If I insulted anyone in any way with this story I am so sorry and I want to say to the people who have had much worse than this you are special you do matter everyone plays a part in this crazy life but we need to live it so we will have a happy ending ( cheesy I know). Thanks and I give my love and respect to you! ~Maya~

My name is Gemma. I have been bullied for most of my life.

And I've never spoken about it until now, 15 years after it first started. I've literally faced bullying for as long as I can remember; at least since pre-school. I had three very good friends, one of whom was a boy. I was never pretty, even as a kid, or athletic. Kids teased me mercilessly for it. I cried easily. I remember one day we had a substitute teacher who was telling us a story. The kids started teasing me in front of her until I cried. I asked her in front of everyone to make them stop, but she simply shook her head as if in disappointment. When I got to primary school, I thought it would be okay, but it was so much worse. I can't remember everything from earlier years, but around grade 3 and up is when it got really bad. I was always a tomboy. Mainly because I didn't have a skinny figure like other girls. I kept my hair relatively short and wore baggy clothes. Because of this, I didn't fit in. When I tried to do something about my appearance, be more girly, it was even worse. They called me a freak. They said I would be better off dead. They made up songs about me.

Two particularly popular ones were, "G-E-M-M-A, Gemma makes the straight guys gay," and "Look at me, I'm Gemma (last name), lousy with stupidity. Won't go to bed till I'm legally dead. I can't, I'm Gemma (last name). They would tease me if I liked someone, and tease someone else if they liked me. Sometimes, it got physical. The worst was when a boy yanked my school bag off me so hard it took the skin off my arms. In high school, I went to an all girls school. Some girls from my primary school also went there, but they ignored me almost completely. It was there that I met Hanna and Carla, the two worst influences of my life. They befriended me, but would tease me and laugh at me behind my back. Both smoked and drank and tried to be "bad girls," while I always tried to be good.

They teased me even more for this. Halfway through my first year, I met my best friend, Lexi. She never ga ve in to them, and always stood up for me. Even still, I became anorexic and clinically depressed, which I still struggle with. In grade 10, I started going out with the ex of one of my friends. In the space of a week, she'd turned everyone in the grade against me, even though she didn't really like him. I got called a w****, a s***, a b****. When we broke up, it was sweet revenge for her. I lost all my friends except for Lexi. Carla even facebooked me saying what a worthless person I was. After years, I'd finally had enough. I told the girl I was sick and tired of it, and she backed off. In fact, we're actually best friends again. Anthony and I got back together, and have now been dating for over 6 months. He makes me strong, and makes me feel beautiful, even though I don't deserve it. I'm studying art, first year, at the top school in the country. I graduated from high school with 2 distinctions and am hoping for another when the re-marks are back. The bullies graduated at an average level. Carla, last I heard, was a drop out and Hanna fell pregnant at 17. I could say so much about what I went through, and I still carry so much anger with me, especially towards girls who think they can be mean because they're more popular or prettier than other girls.

I tried so many times to stand up for myself, but ignoring it was always what made it worse. Never ignore it. Stand up for yourself and others. Talk to teachers. Talk to parents. Make people see who is the victim. Remember, being a victim does not make you weak, but being hopeful makes you strong.

~Gemma~

Angel Hi, im Angel and im 18 years old. Well my story about being bullied all started in 6th grade, I was getting picked on because I was to tiny for my age. Then I started getting picked on for the guys I would date, they would call me harsh names n some very bad words, I think everyone knows what im talking about, then I started getting made fun of because I got jumped in 6th grade and expelled from a school and had to change schools, when I change schools people were spreading rumors about me and cyberbullying me telling me to go kill myself n such, then 7th grade year came around and the bullying got worse I had people wanting to fight me and jump me for even trying to talk to kids, I told adults like school officials sadly they did not take action. I even told my parents but they didnt believe me. In 8th grade everything was ok. 9th grade year came around and I gotten really sick over the summer so I was skinny so I got called names such as scranny, toothpick, stick, and ect. 10th grade year I got called down to my bestfriends well use to be bestfriends house and got jumped by 1 girl and 4 guys. Then 11th grade I finally made some good friends and the bullying kinda got semi ok except for the rumors and people calling me really mean words and telling lies on me. Around 11th grade year I then started having thoughts of cutting never really tried but once with my finger nails it hurt so I stopped. Now im in 12th grade year and I have made a facebook page to stop bullying and writing my senior research paper on bullying I wanna help others who have been bullied or is getting bullied I think bullying needs to be stop and schools should start taking action, are schools are always on the news for bullying but nothing is done. Well that is pretty much my whole story and the advice I give you is dont listen to what people say, you are beautiful in your own way. And still to this day im bullied but I kinda got use to it except for the depression and the crying myself to sleep part. Well thats it. ~Angel~

i have been bullied since i was young. on my first day of kindergarten i came home with a black eye crying because i got punched in the face by a 2nd grader. In first grade i was called a loser because i had a hard time making friends and because i was short. in second grade it got worse! i was bigger then the other kids and i was "FAT" kids gave me nicknames like "Big Fat Loser" and "Chubby" . and year by year day by day hour by hour the taunting got worse. But I learned to deal with it. the first time i spoke up i was so glad i did! im still emotionally scared by those experiences. and now see a therapist every week. i learned that bulling can make a person die inside. if your a bully STOP THE HATRED YOU ARE CAUSING. my bulling got so bad one time i tried to hurt my self. just remember that god loves you and if you ignore the bully and tell someone it will stop. trust me it worked for me. ~Mikayla~

It still hurts to say this but my name is Shauna and I have gotten through an abusive relationship and being bullied in middle school.

Not once did I ever think that I would be the one that got bullied. I had a lot of confidence and a high self-esteem at the time. I had so many friends and I was happy! Until the 6th grade hit. I still remember my first day, terrified of my new school and I didn’t know what was to come. It all started with a boy on my bus! Constantly harassing and teasing me in the morning and afternoons. I realized I was getting bullied when he smacked my sandwich out of my hand, stepped on it, and then through at my face. At this point I was beginning to feel alone so when a boy asked me out I said yes. He was so sweet, kind, funny, and handsome at FIRST! Then the third month into our relationship he changed. He started to make rude jokes about me and tease me. Then one day by my local library when I told him I wasn’t in the mood to hang out he shoved me against the brick building. I was completely shocked! How could this happen to me! We started yelling and arguing so I walked away into the library! These were my first two experiences! The bullying got worst! The original person that was bullying me got at least 13 other people to bully me. It was depressing and lonely being me. I was still dating Noah and by this time I knew I was getting abused.

It started off being every couple weeks, to every week, and eventually everyday! I was afraid of him.

I had bruises and marks up and down my body! I was able to hide it because I have eczema. My parents never knew and I wasn’t planning on telling them. 7 months went by and I finally broke up with him and got one of my last beatings. I can’t even imagine seeing him today. Though back to the bullying situation, by the time 6th grade was over I knew that my life was not going to be the same as elementary school and the happy and joyful Shauna was gone. My 7th grade year my dad was gone a lot and I was getting bullied constantly everyday at least 4-5 times a day. I was miserable! I was helpless! I was depressed... This was the year that I decided that I wanted to end my pain and everybody else's. So one day after school I went into my medicine cabinet and took 3-6 pills of every type of pill that I could swallow! I remember crying and screaming, I was breathing so hard and my heart felt like it was going to come out of my chest. Luckily I only ended up getting very sick! By my 8th grade year I was very angry and mean to everybody! I hated everything and anything that I could possibly hate. I became the bully. I am ashamed of my actions and I know my past is not an excuse but I was hurting. My bullying situation got so bad that I didn’t eat in the lunchroom anymore. I sat in a teachers classroom and ate my lunch and worked. I was lonely! I was no longer Shauna! She was gone, and didn’t plan on coming back. I still took pills in the 8th grade but it wasn’t that many! I began to smoke pot and drink alcohol. It got rid of the pain for a short period of time and I just felt like I was okay until that high is over and you feel like you need more! I started to get sick again and started to become light headed all of the time and I always had a shortage of breath. But then my Lord and Savior saved me. Track! When I started track I was extremely skinny from not eating and taking pills, so I didn’t think I would be any good, but it turns out I was amazing. I was the fastest girl in the school! When I ran I didn’t think about anything! I felt free of the pain suffering! I was able to let go. It’s sad to say that my story doesn’t end well! At the end my family blamed me for getting abused and bullied and my own brother started bullying me in my own house but I'm stronger then ever before and I can fight my battles now!

~Shauna~

My name is Eliana.

My story begins in 6th grade. I was like any other girl, normally acting like myself! There were two guys that I had a crush on and had in fact told them. I was in gym with one of them and we were early. I was just talking to him and somehow we got to talking about how no one could ever like me. I said nothing and he blank out told me I was ugly and no one would ever go out with me. I was upset but showed no sign of it. Then while in class a very very close friend of mine was talking about the other guy I liked and She brought up how she told him I liked him and replied back that I was ugly and would never go out with me. I went home in tears that day. But it did not end there. A bus ride became a hazard to me as well. Two people were always kind of jerks to me and I never said anything. But the girl who was three grades higher than I hit me in the nose. But I am too little to do anything. So I cried and said nothing. But later that year another person bigger than I came and sat behind me. He was always a bully but never physically. It was like 90 degrees on the bus and everyone was about to die of sweat. So I was told to crack my window by the other high-schoolers. So I did. The guy who was sitting behind me reached over to roll it up and was pushing me aside to reach it. so I let him roll it up no problem. then I was fussed at by the rest of the bus to roll it back down. So I did as told. But this time he grabbed my arm and jerked me over to roll it up. So in self defense I held the window down. He stuck his fingers into the window while rolling it up and had his fingers smashed. In return he bashed my head into the window a couple times. Of course I told on him but nothing happened. We moved away from that school and attended a new one. My first few days were fine. but Getting into the next week It got worst. I was said to of called another girl a dirty word when I didn't even know her. I was OK with this because no one believed her. But a couple days later in gym I was shoved to the ground and my glasses were kicked to the other side of the gym. I called my parents to come get me and told them why. They told the principal what happened but he did not believe me and called me a liar. But then walking down the hall became hard. I was pushed, punched, tripped, and slapped. But once again no one would believe me. But then one day a boy came behind me and drew his hand back to slap me in the head. His hand was grabbed by a fellow teacher and he was punished. but the higher authorities did not believe him either. I was withdrawn and put in online school following that event.

~Eliana~

I remember in the fifth grade I was in gym class. We had to change into our gym clothes an I put my regular clothes in my bag. After gym I came into the locker room and discoverd my clothes were missing, I asked the other girls if they had seen them, they all said they hadn't, I swear I heard the snickering afterwards. So me and my friend looked and looked eventually I found them. Have you ever seen the movie Karissa stands strong? If you have, you know the scene where Karissa discovers her clothes in a trash can? Well that's where I foun mine. I was so upset and embarrassed I changed and ran out as fast as could, the tears streaming down my face. All I could think was how could someone do this? What did I ever do to deserve this? I just wanted answers, and no one could give me any. When I got home I ran into my mothers open awaiting arms, rivers of my tears were rushing down my face. The school had called my mom because my friend had told my teacher of the incident. My mom knew that I had been bullied before being called 4-eyes, fat, slut, spoiled rich brat, ugly, gigantic, etc. But it was nothing compared to this, I was so embarrassed and ashamed, maybe I did deserve this, I thought. I spent the rest of the day crying in my mothers arms, she was comforting me the best she could. After this incident the bullying had mostly stopped after my teacher told the class, I was so embarrassed I was crying, I could tell everyone was holding back small giggles.

Eventually I changed schools, mostly because I moved, I thought the bullying would stop and it did for a bit. A few weeks ago I found out my closest friends had been talking behind my back telling the 'populars' my secrets and were insulting me. I eventually had enough and told them off. Know a days I know who my real friends are and ignore the others, I got comforting from my family and I would never dream of telling any of my teachers as one or two of them insulted me in front of my class once or twice last year. What I'm trying to say is tell someone you truly trust. The only reason why bullies bully is because they want someone to feel down and how they feel. After telling someone dosent work don't be afraid to ask a parent or legal guardian if you can switch schools, or if your older switch your job. It's not worth staying their if your not confortable and feel safe.

~Alyssa~

I had everything going for me; Being popular, funny, and desirable to the opposite sex. It was weeks after my 14 Birthday, and my supposedly best 'friend', turned all my other mates against me because he was jealousy of the above qualities I possessed. He had so much influence in the school, and barred any potential new friends interacting with me. I walked the halls like a ghost; the isolation period still haunts me to this very day.

The bullying went on for 2 and half years; violence, verbal abuse, isolation etc, and only stopped because I left. The Head Teacher nor the Head of Year did nothing. They just sat back and let me endure 30 months of, the only way to describe it is a "living hell".

That is 17 years ago; My life is a complete success now unlike the bullies; One got murdered, another is permanently unemployed, {edited.} and most of the others are just drifters in life who will never amount to anything.

~Richard~

Well ever since I've been in second grade I was bullied. In first grade, I believed I was friends with everyone, and everyone liked me. But when I got in second grade, there was this one girl, she always said thinks like, "I so want to punch her in the face." And it was always when i was sitting there. My friends started to turn against me, my closest friend left in second grade. In third grade she came back and was in my class. This one girl was her friend too, but she always tried to turn her away from me. In third grade I lost most of my friends, I was down to a few. I remember all the insults and the comments. I remember one of my old friends telling me the 'Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me' thing, she tried to make me repeat it, but I was in tears, I couldn't repeat, because it wasn't true. These words hit me harder than what I ever thought they could. The years pasted and i lost more and more friends, but I met one girl who cared for me, she was always there for me. On my way to middle school I thought I could make new friends, but I didn't, I only gained more enemies, they never gave me the time of day. The girl I met in elementary school, though, she stood by my side, and still does. I met some friends and we hang out all the time. Even if I get insults my friends are still there, they will never ditch me. I got a threat once but my friends where there to see me through it, they said they would protect me no matte what. It gets better no matter how bad it is now.

~Cheyanne~

In the fifth grade(I was 10 years old at the time) I had a bully.He just started physically bullying me for no reason. He would ram his leg into my knee and pull my hair and push me up against the cubbies(little elementary school lockers) It was at the same time everyday, 2:30. I was always terrified, sometimes I didnt want to come to school. I had a bruise for a whole year on my leg the size of a volleyball!

In sixth grade the 8th graders started pushing my books to the ground and pushing me into my locker, along with the knee ramming and the hair pulling from my other bully. I felt like I didnt fit in until an 8th grader saw what people were doing to me and confronted them about it. I remember: "Stop! Just Stop bullying this girl. She doesnt deserve it! What if someone did that to you? Now go before I tell the principal."

He helped me up. "Are you okay?" He asked. "Yeah, I'll be fine." I said. Him and I (even though he is in high school now) are very good friends. We keep in touch. he took me to the principal's office to tell an adult. He knew exactly who those kids are. That boy is a life saver! If it weren't for him I would've probably gotten it even worse.

~Shyanne~

When I was in first grade, I went to school with my best friend. We would always be together at all times no matter what and we were like two peas in a pot. Until I reached second grade. My friend and I were still very close, until a new girl came into the picture. She started telling me rude things to me. I tried to ignore her, but each day it got worse and worse and it brought me down. I started to feel less confident about myself each day from her mean and cruel words. To make things worse, she stole my best friend. The friend who I trusted all the time, but I tried to move on. Soon, my "old friend" started calling me mean things back to me along with the other mean girl. I tried to ignore them, but it was useless. I would cry when I went home, and I would convince my mom into homeschooling me everyday. Finally, she home schooled me. I was home schooled for about 5 years or so, and throughout those years, I've had 2 friends who backstabbed me and betrayed me. It hurt me, but I got through it because I knew they weren't worth it.

When I reached 7th grade, I was feeling lonely being at home and I decided I wanted to go back to school. My mom put me into school in the middle of the year, which made things very awkward for me. The first week of starting school, it felt weird because I had started in the middle of the semester and I didn't really know anyone. People would look at me like I was an alien. There was a group of mean/popular girls that would tease me for little reasons. It made me feel insecure about myself. The school that I attended was a private school, so the kids were very snotty and rich, and they would think that they're all that. And also, there is alot of bullying going in that school, and I know a kid who tried to commit suicide from the harsh words some kids would tell him. I told my mom how I felt, and she told me that I should stand up to myself and tell them how I felt. I was scared to stand up for myself, (I'm a very shy person) but I realized the more I ignored them, the worse it gets. So I spoke up. But I didn't tell them alone, I had others who had been dealing with the same thing. We told them to stop bullying us because it bothered us. We told them that it affected us and that they should not continue to do this to us or anyone else. Finally, the teasing stopped. I met new and loyal friends that made me feel confident about myself, and I learned that no matter what a bully tells you, you shouldn't ignore it and brush it off. Never suffer in silence. Speak up, tell a parent or a friend, don't deal with him/her alone. Also, be confident in yourself, you're beautiful, no matter what.

~I prefer not to mention my name~

I want to tell you my story!

I'm 15 my name is kyria I'm In The 9th Grade! Mixed! Athlete!

And I have/currently am being BULLIED I was having the best year of my life.. And a girl named PS showed up! At first she seemed cool so we started hanging out!

Little by little shed start asking for things I had and I'd give them to her just so she wouldn't talk about me! I finally stood up and stopped giving her thing but it got worse! She turned my friends against me and I was alone! My 9th grade year came around (current grade) and the year started off okay! I met my best Friend Tiffany! And because she was friendswith me PS bullied her! I was miserable coming to school not knowing what was gonna happen next! The girl had a twin sister! And one day me and Tiffany where together! They jumped my best friend:'( my cousin was holding me back...

Even though I was scared I knew she was scared the most! It was a 5 on 1 fight! After that she continued to bully me! But my friend had it worse! We/I was miserable! We both complained and cried to our mothers about leavin! Now I had been at this school since I was a baby and they had just arrived! I had suicide thought and I almost attempted.. I had given up on god and life! Me and Tiffany weren't the only ones! I had a friend named macie that had Been thrown across the floor by the girl and talked about like a dog!! One day our parents got sick of complaining to the school and took it to the big board! We had a big meeting with alot of parents of the children being bullied!

Their was security and very important people! Her mom was their and accused us of bullying her daughter!!! In the end they gave her 45 days of alternative school! She returns Wednesday! And ima nervous wreck me and my friends have prayed and prepared for this day! And it's come! Wish us luck!

I just wanted to share this because bullying is no joke and you'll never no how I feel until you've experienced it for yourself! I WANNA RAISE AWARENESS BUT I CAN'T DO IT ALONE PLEASE HELP ME TO DO IT! IM BEGGING YOU!

~Kyria~

Im Destiny When I was around 10/11do to a little family issues I had to live with my dad for a month I had to go to school still so the schools were different from Hollywood the kids would call me names and treat me bad cause I came from and was born in Hollywood. I didn't know why they were being so mean so every day I would come home crying not knowing why no one wanted to be friends with me And no one would really give me a chance to actually see that I'm just like them and there nothing really different. Now I'm 18 iv learned to never treat a person bad and always get to see who they are and not just judge by we're they come from or look like. Iv also learned yo stand up for my self and be the bigger person in a bullying situation and to help anyone in that kind of situation. No person on earth deserves to be bullied no matter what it's not right

~Destiny~

My torture began when, in 8th grade, my parents chose to put me in a Christian school after being home schooled all my life, It didn't take long after the first day that the girls started treating me poorly. Whenever we would have a break in between periods, they would call me out publicly for what I was wearing or how my hair looked. "Why are you wearing grandma clothes?" and "What did you do to your hair? Burn it?" were comments I became immune to. Then it was my body type they started picking apart. At 19, I still only weigh 107 pounds so I'm naturally petite. They started calling [edited] and calling me anorexic. I would go home every day and cry till i couldn't cry anymore. Then, as if it couldn't get any worse, my parents began the process of a divorce. [edited] It was then that I fell into depression. I even tried taking my own life by trying to choke myself with a belt. I became frustrated that it didn't work. I just wanted to die. My dad quickly removed me from the school and the two boys that had made the [edited] comment weren't even suspended or expelled. They were only made to apologize which they did with a smirk on their faces. I never went back to that place again nor did I ever speak to the kids who put me through all the pain. I ended up moving to a completely different state and started over. But only to get bullied once more by my ex boyfriend and his new girlfriend. They would tell everybody that I was a liar how I had supposedly cheated on my former boyfriend, bad mouthing me to everyone, and even trying to get me in trouble with my own dad and school officials for things I didn't even do. It ended up on one of my last weeks of my senior year they both waited for me to walk up the hill to my car after school and my ex boyfriend grabbed me on my upper arms, shook me, and yelled at me, while his girlfriend also was yelling at me for things I also had not done. The principle overlooked the matter and no disciplinary action took place. Now I'm in college, and I've tried to move past everything and become a better person in my own life.

If I can live through all of that, so can you. I pray every day for those bullies that tried to hurt me.

Because in the end, they're only hurting themselves.

~Kady~

When I first started 5th grade I didn't know anyone because I failed and everyone knew i failed 5th grade. Everybody thought it was funny to call me a "loser", a "failure in life", and lots of other mean things but I didn't really care. It started growing more and more; the name calling, the pushing.. Years passed and I was in the 8th grade. I was some what "popular" not because I was a mean girl or that I was the cheerleader captain, in fact, I wasn't in sports at all. I was popular because mainly I was nice, I gave people advice and did nice things for them. This girl thought it would be really cool if she made my life miserable. She started rumors about me and wrote things in the restrooms threatening me that she was going to beat me up. Even though she never did, she pushed me around told me things. I entered through this stage of depression and I started cutting myself and other things that made me feel bad. I did it to "to get rid of pain". I wanted school to finish so I can go to 9th and "start all over ", but I was wrong. When I started 9th grade, right away it was awful. I started cutting myself; I was in depression, anxiety and I had suicidal thoughts. There was a point where I just didn't wanted to to my English class because that's where everything happened. So instead I went to my friends class and I told her that I didn't want to go but she said "Look Ruby, I cant really do much but what I can do is be here for you we talk." I decided I would go to the counselor only if she went with me, so we did and the problem stopped. Thanks to my friend who now graduated and to GOD for giving me the strength I needed. Now I surrendered and I gave Him all my problems and he set me free of depression, anxiety, suicidal thoughts and everything else I was struggling with. Now I will wear my scars like badges of honor.

~Ruby~