It all started in Kindergarten (I was very young), After my class I had to be babysat, So I went to my babysitters, I was walking by her dog, and that's when it happened, I was attacked by the dog, it was a big, big dog. So I got bit right under my left eye, if the dog went any higher I could have been blind this day, but I didn't. I went to school the next week. That's when the insults started, my friend had recently been moved to a different school so she didn't help me. I never told my parents about the bullying. My new name wasn't Kaitlin, it was Scar Face. So far I have gotten that through Kinder to Fifth grade. It constantly got worse, people tripped me, stole my things, and hurt me mentally. Words hurt, I have first hand experience. So now in seventh grade I still get the dirty looks and name calling, but its been worse. I have been called
Ugly
Pathetic
A bitch
a mother fucker
and more. I was petrified and I still am, Life will never go without bullying, My name is Kaitlin, and this is my bullying story.
Wow... Didn't expect an entry this fast! Thanks for the entry, it really helps everyone! Remember, words hurt, and that one guy with the quote was really wrong.
"Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me!"
-Some person who obviously hasn't been bullied at all.
It should really say something like, "But words hurt a heckofalot more,"
So, bye guys! Thanks!
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The Bully Project
Non-FictionOnce Upon a Time, the world was a place where no one was cruel, no one called names, and no one, ever, ever, bullied. JK THAT NEVER HAPPENED! But we can get close. Help us raise awareness about bullying by sending me your own story, or voting and co...