The bullying started a few years ago when I first moved to East London. I was starting year four, for a kid I wasn't really that shy I was pretty confident. But the other kids must of been intimidated by that. After a month of starting that's when the name calling started. They'd call me flat nose. This continued all the way until I left for year seven. In year seven I thought enough was enough and I decided to stand up to the bullies; bully #1 and bully #2. after a while the bullying stopped. One day during a math lesson, I stuck up for a girl that was being calling names. But this only made it worse for myself. Bully #1 would call me names while bully #2 said things like I wasn't smart or that I was a slut. Finally after weeks of the torment I finally told someone. After that the bullying stopped and I regained confidence in myself. Now I'm in year nine and I feel grateful for standing up to the bullies. When I think about it now I could have stopped it years ago - it was just that I didn't have the confidence, because I was scared. But now I've realised that silence isn't the answer. I had my own voice and I used it.
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BULLIED
Non-FictionBullying is a very serious issue that effects the lives of many. I hope that by many of us sharing our personal stories, it will not only help victims realize that they are not alone, but also help bullies realize how strongly their actions and word...
