#StopTheBullying

My Experience With Bullying

Hey guys. I was nominated by @rachel2244 to write this, so here it is.

There have been a couple of times that I have been bullied. They aren't anything major, thank god. I don't know what I would do if I got constantly bullied.

The first time I got bullied, I was in fifth grade. My friends were a little immature, but so was I. One day, we were talking about our crushes, and I admitted mine. ( I know at least one person reading this knows who it is. Anyways,) All my friends awed and started talking about how cute we would be. The end of snack time bell rang, and we went back to our classes.

The rest of the day, people kept looking at me and laughing. I was really confused. the next day when I came to school, somebody had written "Carly likes ___! Carly likes ___!" On a pillar by our classroom. In sharpie. I was mortified, cause I didn't want him to know I liked him. I went to a couple of my friends and started telling them about it, and they comforted me. Eventually, one of my other friends showed up. Turns out, she wasn't really my friend. She had gone around telling everyone. Then again, I should have known better, cause I knew that she liked telling secrets. Thats kind of why I have trust issues. That's why I have to know somebody well, before I really open up to them.

The second time was in sixth grade. What I failed to mention was that I was kind of a fat kid. No lie. At least I was fatter than everybody else. That was until seventh grade, when I grew height wise and evened out. So, in sixth grade, some people would pick on me, just passing by and whatever. But I ignored them. I knew that as long as I shut out their comments that they wouldn't mean anything. And so they didn't.

The one thing I couldn't shut out was physical bullying. Every day in the locker room, there was a girl that every time she walked out of our row of lockers, she would push me against the lockers in order to get by. She could have just said 'Excuse me.' but no, she just had to push me against the lockers. Eventually, it got worse to where she was telling rumors about me and slamming me into the lockers, and I would get bruises. I got so fed up with it, that one time when she pushed me and made a rude comment, I yelled at her. She just stared at me. Eventually she walked off, and that was the last time she hurt me. Physically and mentally.

So, after all this, I learned that all I had to do was stand up for myself and sometimes keep things to myself. But if I do need to tell somebody something, I write it down. If I'm mad, ill write it down, them burn the paper. I don't know why, but it makes me feel better. It just does.

So stand up for yourself. Don't keep everything inside. Write it down, keep the paper, burn it, do whatever it takes to make yourself feel better. Tell a teacher or a friend or a parent or anybody what's going on, and they can help you. I learned that the hard way, but I hope now that you've read this, that you don't have to learn that the hard way. I love you all. Remember that.

<3. <3. XCARLYFRIESX

Next, I nominate lisa283 , Psycho-little-Me , horzelover18 , and tigger91801 . Love you!!!!