Am I Alone (A Personal Story)

Finding a source of hope, whether friends, family or, in the case of the story below, G-d, is an important part of getting through the bullying years we experience. The story below shows how the power of having that source of hope is so important. ~Alan Eisenberg

As a little girl growing up, I’ve wanted to be the girl with the long hair and the nice figure. I didn’t start to sense my low self esteem until I reached the age of 6. I’ve started to noticed that I wasn’t skinny like the other little girls and I didn’t see myself as a beautiful image. But I’m so grateful that God accepted me for who I was. God doesn’t care about how you look on the outside, he cares about how you look on the inside. That’s what counts to him! Peoples outside beauty will pass away but the inside beauty is what stays.

By the age of 9, students in my class began to pick on me. I felt as I were all alone. I realized that when you are going through a situation, you feel like you are the only one going through it. Later on, I realized that many people my age go through being bullied year round, like I did. I’m just grateful that I have gotten through the pain and have forgiven those people. I will never forget the school day when I was 9 years old. My elementary teacher weighed us and she asked us how much we thought we weighed. When she got to me, I told her that I thought I weighed 70 pounds and she quickly said back to me, girl please, you weigh at least 130 Ibs. I also remember the time when my class was during an experiment in the 4th grade. My teacher asked for the biggest person in the class to come up and everyone pointed and laughed at me. My situation only got worse from there. I was picked on from the age of 9 to the age of 14. Sometimes, I would come home and go in my room to cry. I never once remembered to pray and that was a BIG mistake that I made. I wanted to end my life but I’m so grateful that God didn’t see me through the eyes that they did.

I remember being in the 5th grade like it was yesterday. It was towards the end of the school year and I was still being picked on. As I can remember it, it was the day of the awards show. I received two awards that day. Just before my teacher called my name,the boy sitting behind me whispered into my ear and said “Fat girl, Fat girl, Fat girl with a mustache” then he began to laugh. I began to cry in front of everyone and I suddenly jumped up out of my sit and ran to the bathroom. I remember spending a lot of my time in the bathroom. It was my safe haven away from all the hurt and pain I was experiencing. The bathroom was the place where I went to when I didn’t have any friends to sit with at lunch or when I wanted to escape the problems at school that I faced daily.

By the time I went to middle school, I was still quiet, shy and extremely insecure. I soon began to get picked on again. I was referred to as a clown because I use to wear so much makeup. I was trying to cover up how ugly I felt on the inside. I began to get fixed on my appearance more than what I did in elementary school. I remember standing outside the school waiting to go to my class, while I was talking to one of my friends. Suddenly, this guy passed me and said “move out the way fat girl”. I began to get upset and I started crying. I ran to the bathroom and I didn’t come out for an hour. By that time, my counselor was notified. I also remember the time when I was in math class in the 7th grade when a boy behind me yelled out ” Tell that fat girl to pull her shirt down”. The students in my class began to laugh and so did my teacher. I was hurt for so long until I let God come in and heal my heart.

When I was going through that horrible time in my life, I felt alone. But I thank God that I’m over it all now. I remember entering the 9th grade with a new attitude. God began to deal with me the summer before 9th grade. I was no longer the insecure girl anymore. I’m a living witness that you can live through the pain that you face in life. Maybe your husband has left you or someone in your life has died. You have to remember that God is still on the throne and he’s able to heal you, but you have to let him. God is ready to step in and start the healing process for you. Psalm 147:3 declares that God will heal your broken heart.


Dan’s Story 2011 (A Personal Story

According to the Center for Disease Control statistics, suicide is the third leading cause of death among young people, resulting in about 4,400 deaths per year . Among these statistics, it’s also been found that bullying victims are between 2-9 times more likely to consider suicide than non-victims. While there is no hard and fast number for bullycide, because not everyone leaves a note, we know that there are many victims every year. Autumn shared her story about this issue below with a strong message for everyone to read. I hope you do and share with those that need to hear her powerful words.  ~Alan Eisenberg

Back in 8th grade, my friend Alexis and I made friends with one of our other friends neighbors. His name was Dan. Everyone saw him as a loser because he had a bad past from being in and out of Juvenile School, and be and ex drug addict. But, he turned out to be a really cool kid.

One of my friends, Tyler, was really good friends with him. In fact, they were like brothers. They were together almost everyday. If it wasn’t at the park, it was at the mall or somewhere else that they would be able to hangout. It was kind of scary how much time they spent together sometimes. It almost seemed as if they were actually related. In the month of September, in 9th grade I started dating Tyler for the second time. The first time I dated him was in 8th grade, but that’s besides the point.

I’ll never forget forget my tennis match on September 12, 2011. I had just finished my match, and I was waiting for the other girls to finish when I decided to log into Facebook. Not expecting anything out of the ordinary, such as girls relationship status’ changing and just seeing what people were doing on that day, I came to a very odd post. It was “R.I.P. Dan. You’ll be forever remember.”

It was just posted a minute before I saw it, so thinking of the first Dan I knew, I immediately thought of my friend Dan. Praying it wasn’t him as the page loaded, I think some sweat ran down my forehead and my heart sped up to an unbearable heartbeat.

As soon as it loaded, I immediately scrolled down to the posts. In fact, it was Dan. My friend. My boyfriends brother. My friends neighbor. My Dan. I couldn’t believe it. As tears started streaming down my face of confusion and disbelief, my friend Mackenna came over to me asking me the immediate question “what’s wrong?”

I looked at her for about five second without even having and answer. I tried talking but all I could get out was a faint noise before more and more tears started streaming. I showed her my phone and she stared in disbelief before taking from my hand to take in the news.

More and more people asked what had happened, and I had to have Mackenna tell them because I was unable to talk without crying. I immediately texted Alexis to tell her what had happened and she didn’t believe me at first and thought I was playing some sick and twisted joke. I told her she had to check Facebook. After checking her Facebook, she called me in disbelief crying and asking why things like this happen. I really didn’t know how to reply to a question like that, not knowing the answer myself.

My coach came over telling me “It’s just a match, there’s no reason to cry” and I just looked up at him and looked right back at the ground, still unable to say anything. Mackenna told him what had happened and he was completely lost for words. He walked away with a saddened look on his face.

Later that day, I called my friend, and pretty much brother Conner. He’s a firefighter and I had seen on Facebook that he was on the scene after it happened. It was discovered that Dan had committed suicide. He was only 16 years old, but he decided that he couldn’t do it. There was, soon after, an investigation because there was suspicion that Dan’s dad had killed him and made it look as a suicide attempt. But, it was, in fact, concluded suicide.

About a week after the incident, everyone found out what it was over. It was all over bullying. Now, to everyone who is reading this, I’m not writing this because I want to share a sob story, or because I want people to feel bad. I’m writing this because I want people to listen. A simple joke to you, might be taken the complete wrong way to someone else. To my friend Dan, the bullies were never found because it was posted over an anonymous site.

Bullying doesn’t just effect the person, it effects everyone. Sometimes that bullying is taken to an extent that some people just can’t take. Like in my friend Dan’s story. The one thing I’ll never forget is at his funeral, when his mom was standing at his casket looking at him and saying “Dan, please baby, wake up. It’s okay, just wake up.” It killed my heart to see that. So, please think before you say something, or stand up for someone to that bully. You could be saving a life.


Bullied for Professional Morals (A Personal Story)

Workplace bullying is most certainly another reality in the larger scope of bullying. But when that workplace bullying happens within our own legal system, then it seems more heinous. We trust our police forces to be of a higher moral level than others, but in some cases, as with the story shared below, that is not always the case. Although I believe that most of our protective agencies take good care of our citizens, sometimes these stories shed some light on some that are not so good. ~Alan Eisenberg

Nations should collectively unite to legislate bullying as a crime with jail time! A scarred victim, my heart is with Amanda Todd in her struggles to fight `low caliber people’ bent on harming others with abhorrent antisocial misbehaviors. Over 18 years ago the education system felt, if you were bullied and told teachers – ` school closes at 3pm, you deal with it`! Like their crazy ways, that was trailed by Canada Safeway bosses demeaning verbal abuse by two Vancouver area managers and their “weak puppets asst. managers” that distressed you in a 2-vs-1 pathetic blasting without a union representative, it was an ugly time without workplace regulations. The managers played favorites and ranted and bullied good ones while endlessly flirtatious chasing some consensual cashiers who acted inappropriately like they enjoyed the negative attention. The two stores I was at had a bad reputation and 4 years later, I left to go to college. To the aggressors who `tarred and feathered“ me because I was good and honest, some are “pushing up daisies” – no loss to humanity as they persecuted me similar to unsavoury clowns in the BC Sheriffs who smeared me to decay my career because I would not join their shame.

After Safeway, I was agonized by seedy acts by BC Sheriffs who preyed on me because I had true blue professionalism that made them look weak. My skin crawls with taunting memories as their names and faces are etched in my mind. A solid young man, I saw degenerative racism and observed misconducts from scoundrel staff whose childish pranks and bad ways spread like cancer throughout the ranks of this outfit congested with misfits. Over 18 years ago, I befriended a colored associate who was subject to unyielding hypocritical bigotry. I was threatened “to stick with my own color – white” if I did not stick to my own kind and the “seedy people” kept their word! Disparaged for my values, my plate was full of daily stress full of profanities from old brute misfits from the prisons to hear sexual innuendos instigating me with my friend with immature jealous treacheries that was unfounded and repulsive. It was an ugly scene to watch your back always on edge and work with hairs on the back of your neck raised. Going against the grain, I was disrespected, assaulted, ridiculed, my file deliberately tainted by a noticeably white evil monster racist boss (happily deceased) and cohesive buddies who fabricated untruths in my file with “black heart” retaliation because I would not be a boozer or racist. I did not bow to their whims and a retired Mountie even saw their slanderous backstabbing lies against the garbage in my file. It took guts to face burnt out “retread” street cops and “regurgitated penal guard dinosaur relics that should have been put out to pasture” with juvenile peer rookies who absorbed their ideals of booze, bullying, transgressions and racial animosity. It was shocking to see liquor consumption around Xmas and other times while jails were full but I never stooped to their immoral level. There was a widespread ubiquitous culture of gun slinging mentalities of boozers, distressing prisoners, job harassment, inferior leadership, no discipline and no honour. It was a mickey-mouse outfit with no vision.

I did my job with pride and honour and mock some of the adolescent clowns who wrongly got hired by idiot recruiters in police forces – same warped culture just different uniforms. After job losses and improper recalls by a scary white old boss (now in the grave), I got reliable insider word of “slimy vindictiveness” with my police applications as backstabbers were bent on lying to dumb a$$ cop recruiters who failed to do proper reference checks to see my work written appraisal from the same slime ball sheriff supervisor was different from his sneaked in lies that were uncovered and shown to our unintelligent provincial government union. Connect me to a polygraph and it will show the truth: I kept a dark secret for over 10 years, saddled with the indefensible crimes committed against me by reprehensible individuals who tarnished the badge. There was no recourse including reporting it to the city police as they all drank together and the gutless BCGEU union cowardly betrayed me when confronted with hard core evidence that made me a beleaguered scapegoat. If I bowed to their ill ways it would have rippled into a secure deserved career. Far more educated than my peers, I saw uniformed and ranking cops drink on duty and sheriffs who slipped across the road for daily nips. I even phone taped one ex-deputy (now in government) who stated both he and his partner went to the bar while on duty with prisoners in the van, not an unusual event for those wicked unruly times. A few times I bumped into ex-support staff and retired deputies who shared similar stories, but bad ones get ahead at the expense of the cream of the crop and society rewards, not reprimands misconducts, to defecate on our values and send a wrong message to the public and aspiring professionals! We think our badge people are all solid characters – wrong! It is a twisted profession full of scandals.

You do not know what goes on behind clandestine doors including unfit hiring of low qualified mongrel cadets in Ontario and Alberta with discriminatory hiring against out-of-province applicants, cover-ups, racism, beatings, boozing, pitiful promotions and sleazy nepotism including weak tokenism in the absence of public scrutiny, are the best hired or retained – nope! The recent female RCMP lawsuits in Canada, countless police scandals, lawsuit settlements, unfit joke cops being allowed to keep their jobs after criminal convictions by useless judges or serious police indiscretions that deserve firings, asinine disciplinary rulings with slapped wrists, baseless aggressive shootings/killings, widespread job oppression, sexism, members afraid to speak out, sex on the job, poor morale, inferior diluted hiring standards, etc. is “sweet karma” after I undeservingly stressed it long ago without any support to predict a justifiable law enforcement image downfall far before the public’s mistrust towards our legal system that lacks uprightness within the last 12 years. Often, it is hard to tell the good ones from the bad!

There is no excuse for bullies whether it is in the school, work, sports or law enforcement and we need adapt serious tough measures to protect innocent lives. To fund community support groups is not enough- it is a Band-Aid on a deep festering wound with too many tormented victims suffering and unmerited lost careers destroyed by spineless devils that need jail time and firings. There is not a day that passes that I pray for god`s revenge on those betraying mugs or others who mindlessly peck at good people or negative indifference out of insecurities or sick ideologies. I learnt that, if you are straight arrow many will try to railroad you so they look good – like the sheriffs did with me. I have more qualifications, more skills, more experiences than most rookies and seasoned people in law enforcement and it is a dirty shady business because no public watchdog looks over their shoulders and the government goes to bed with them and unions are spineless to do the right thing.

We all die, happy times to those who fill graves who victimize others, let them face their creator without mercy! We should not feel powerless against lowlife bullies but need enforceable laws to proactively and reactively punish those who scar others for life. Amanda Todd’s life and others should have never been extinguished as there are more options available now than when I went through my enduring private hell. Countries need to unilaterally target bullies now and beforehand to bring them to justice as they are remorseless slug blights on mankind. To forgive your enemy is divine, they do not deserve it! In the end, when a coffin is dug for these punks it is some closure but too late for those maltreated because of their immense damage to our lives that affects job histories, trust, friendships, aspirations, relationships, etc. I know what a rape victim goes through as they robbed me of my career, for that – I can never forgive the slime.

How many have to suffer, how many must commit suicide to escape vile evil doers? The victims are not weak with low self- esteem; the opposite is true of our horrific tormenters. Even an ex-friend from the RCMP-Mounties who was in the outfit polarized himself because he wanted to fit in with an incurable repulsive cancerous culture of silence in protecting the backs of others at all costs even if it goes against core values. We have gone forward in many ways but not far enough. We see far too many examples of morally bankrupt people getting ahead in life when they should be turfed in many professions, government and law enforcement. We are tougher on bad teachers than rotten apples in the justice system. We lack a willingness to promote respect and fairness in the workplace without tough consequences. Sad – the wrong people are in-charge and normal folks have more brains and class than those in authority. I have my dignity, my honor but lost a loved career and police avocation because I was not crooked like those who disgust me. My father was an ex-cop and he echoed nightmarish stories of long ago before he passed away prior to my brown uniform with bullies with “black hearts” who would make anyone crippling sick. I did the right thing at all times, and inside me my heart bleeds because I did nothing wrong while scum got ahead.

~ex-deputy, (Anonymous as Bullies are Dangerous)

Taylor’s Story of Survival (A Personal Story)

I received an email from Taylor with a link to her story, which she told as a video on YouTube. Her strength and courage through her adversity is a lesson to all. I hope you enjoy ~Alan Eisenberg

A Passionate Plea (A Personal Story)

This story has a plea at the end that really touched me. The true emotion of what isn’t said aloud can be heard loud and clear in this person’s personal story. They did not wish to share their name, but their story, particularly what happened in their personal life, is very telling about why they are sharing their passionate plea to stop bullying now. ~Alan Eisenberg

Currently the Luzerne County of Pennsylvania has lost about 6 teenagers in the past 2 weeks because of bullying.

The first teenager lost was a 8th grader from Nanticoke Area High school. Nanticoke had a very touching program about bullying 2 years ago. I thought the program changed everyone but as it turned out after a while people stopped caring and stopped making a difference.

The lower classmen started the bullying and making Nanticoke high school has a huge bullying problem. I am a senior at Nanticoke high school and as a teen who has been bullied a little bit I have ever bullied someone has come to a conclusion that the lower classmen are the problems at my highschool. All the upperclassmen are all very friendly and supportive but we do have a few people who still think they are better than anyone else. The younger generation does not care about anything all they care about is trying to be popular.

The popular students in my high school are the softball players and football players. As I think about it my school has more of a drug problem than a bullying problem but I guess I haven’t paid much attention to the lower classmen where all the bullying problems are at.

Anyway the point of this is that 6 teenagers ended their own life due to bullying in Luzerne county. In the past 3 days 2 teenagers from Pittison Area high school one female one male has taken their own life due to bullying.

Today I found out that the female from Pittison Area took her own life either this morning or last night. Another teenager from Hazelton Area High School taken their own life also because of bullying. Another teenager from Wilkes-Barre has taken their own life also. Everyone in the county is posting all kind of things on Facebook about this mess which is very depressing to see all this on Facebook

I always thought that Luzerne county had a bigger problems with drugs but now I’m finding out that bullying is the biggest problems. Honestly I think it’s about time for all this to end! As a popular student this affects me deeply. NO ONE should have to go through being bullied. Telling someone who is being bullied to just ignore it inst going to help their pain they feel inside.

My little brother is 11 years old he has Autism and ADD everyday he has some complaint that someone is bullying him. As an older sister I am very protective of my special brother. My mother and father who are very supportive and caring complained to the school as soon as they found out about the bullying. They took my brother out of school and started to home school him. My brother is doing so much better he is so much happier and that is all I care about! I was in a deadly car accident a few years back I lost my older brother who was my best friend!

I saw my own brother fly out onto the hood of the car and die as I laid there in so much pain. I had shattered both of my knees and other serious injuries. I did not get to attend my brothers funeral. I had to relearn how to walk. After I was bullied for a few months about my physical and emotional weakness  People made fun of my scars on my knees and made fun of the scars on my face arms neck and chest.

I’ve turned out to be a beautiful young lady. The joke is on the people who bullied me because I went to a dermatologist and got all my scars removed off my body. The people who bullied me are the ones who are now sucking the life out of themselves from drugs. I believe that what goes around comes around.

I can not lose my only little brother. Going to school is to get an education so you can have a good future school inst a place for drugs and bullying. The thing is everyone is too worried about themselves to care about anyone elses feelings. Is it that hard to be nice to someone? Do you really have to bully someone so badly that they have to take their own lives? It’s absolutly pathetic and so disgusting to buy some one so badly!!!!

As my community is having a terrible time grieving the lost of love ones there are still pathetic people out there bullying someone to death! I can not stress this enough!!!!!


Who ever is reading this MAKE A DIFFERENCE!

If you see anyone at all who is being bullied or is in emotional pain do that person a favor take a minute out of your life and be there for that person remember you can be saving their life! I would like to take this time to give my condolences to the families of all of the lost teenagers in Luzerne county and to anyone else who has lost a love one due to bullying! You can make a difference you can be saving someones life!

~Name Withheld By Request

Bullied Before TV Cameras

Here’s a new low. A TV reporter at WHAG in Maryland, USA is about to interview a Brunswick High School teen on camera about the bullying problem and promptly watches as the teen he is about to interview is bullied in front of him. What is wrong with this picture? Here’s the video from the news station.

The Fat, The Ugly, and The Stupid (A Personal Story)

Anna tells her story like it is, no apologies. She remembers all the details of her life. Sometimes it is the honesty of the voice they write with that has the impact. I think this is the case with Anna’s story. She is honest about herself and all she has gone through. I think you will see it all in her words. ~Alan Eisenberg

I grew up with short hair.

I get jealous of all the girls I seen with long, beautiful hair.

I was in first grade. My dad took me to the barber shop before he took me to school. When I walked in the classroom, one of the boys said I look like a boy and all the boys laughed. I started to cry. My teacher, took me into the office. She told don’t listen to them and that I’m a beautiful girl and our hair will grow. All my teachers were females.

The girls in my class made me feel better and the boys had to apologize. Having them make me feel better didn’t work. I get teased because I look like a boy. I had to attend summer school because I didn’t pass third grade. These older boys teased me by calling me a monkey in Spanish. I didn’t cry or tell my bus driver. I told my sister and my parents and they said I need to tell the driver. They kept doing it but I never did.

I was happy to pass and move on to the fourth grade. One day when we had a substitute teacher, one my classmate shouted that I looked like a monkey and they all laughed and I started to cry. The sub, had me go to the bathroom. As I close the door, I can hear her yell at the class. One of the fourth grade teacher, saw me and asked if I was okay and I told her yes. When I got back in the class, they were all quiet. When our teacher, came back, she was not pleased. She wanted everyone write her a letter about what happen. One my classmate, who I became friends with name Tessa, wrote an apology letter. The whole class apologized. I wish I never accept. They really hurt my feelings.

I should have mentioned about the kids that called me that on the bus when I attended summer school.

January 2003, my mom cut my hair. My hair was finally growing til my mom ruined it. She didn’t care what others will say and made me go to school. I cried in the hallway. The Chorus teacher saw me and had a talk with me. He told me I’m a beautiful and that I don’t look like a boy and I shouldn’t listen to anyone. He sounded like my first grade teachers. We saw a fifth grader name Angela walk by and Mr. Walker told her to come over her and said she has short hair. It wasn’t short like mine. It was a short bob cut. She told me I looked beautiful too.

I smiled when she said that. The teacher walked me back to class. My teacher in the class was worried and told me the same too. Half of the boys in my class were rude to me. While my friends and I were reading on the floor, they came up to me and pulled my hair. I started to cry and my teacher  had to yell at them. I don’t know what I did wrong. I was hoping fifth grade would be better but it wasn’t  We had to put on a Chorus show. While practicing dancing, two boys (one of them from first grade who said I looked like a boy and his friend T.J. were teasing me. The teachers tell them to stop but they continued.

In May, my mom took me to see a doctor. I told her how the students are mean and that I don’t want to attend Lowe’s grove because it’s a bad school. For some reason, they got the idea I wanted to kill myself. I didn’t know it was called suicide. The doctor called my teacher, and she was very worried. My whole class knew. They told me how scared they were.

I didn’t think they would care. The fifth grade teachers also knew and they all hugged me. I never said that. I didn’t know what to say. I had to attend Lowe’s grove.

I meant to send an application for DSA (Durham school of art) but I couldn’t find it. But I finally did find it in my dresser but it was too late. My first day of sixth grade went okay. I was really mad that I didn’t have a bus to ride. I had to wait a week so my mom had to pick me up on her way from work. Then, I rode bus 249. I had to wait for my principal. While waiting, a girl popped her head out the window and said where did you get your ugly skirt and they all laughed. I started cry.

The Principal saw me and told me everything will be okay. I could not believe I was riding the bus where a group of kids were picking on me. We had a boy/girl side. Girls sit left and the boys on the right. They made me sit on the right because none of them wanted me to sit with them. Our bus driver, Mrs. Alston, saw that I was sitting on the right and asked me why was I sitting there? I looked at the girls and didn’t say anything. Mrs. Alston wasn’t mad. She told me to go sit on the girl’s side. I sat by myself. I didn’t say anything else.

In life class, a boy was teasing and I had my head down, crying. After class was over, the teacher ask me what they said and I told her and she asked should I ignore it and I said no and she said yes, I have too. Then a boy said life would be better without me. I just wish all this teasing would stop. I just wanted to transfer to another school but my parents said no. I wish I had different parents. Ones who care about me.

Then two boys whom I call Beavis and Butthead always make jokes on the bus. My bus mate thinks they liked me but that’s not truth. I get teased because of how ugly I am. No guy will flirt with me or even say I’m beautiful. I hated gym class. I sucked at sports and get picked last all the time. After it was the last day of school, I got another transcript for DSA.

I got a letter back and I didn’t get in. I didn’t think things would be any worse til Doris, my older sister, forced me to get a haircut. I cried while the man was cutting it. After he was done, he told I am very beautiful. Doris told me there a lot of pretty celebrities like Kirsten Dunst and Kelly Rowland with short hair. They look beautiful with short hair, not me. Boy, was I not ready for school.

Seventh grade was okay. I was still called ugly and someone called me fat. I wore makeup and I still didn’t look pretty. In Spanish class, our teacher, Ms. Logan, decided to throw us a pizza party. I missed a day of school because I was sick. That was the day she collected the money. We had to give her five dollars. During the party, she went to get the pizza. My friend asked me if I brought my money and I told her no. The teacher didn’t say anything. She looked like she had enough. She asked why and some girl said because I’m slow and a boy said because I’m spoiled. I felt like crying. One of my nail on my index finger broke and I was bleeding. I showed my classmate Jessica. When the teacher came back, she told her my finger was bleeding. She blamed the class because of what they said. I went to see the nurse but she wasn’t there. They gave me a bandage.

During the second semester, I had art class with a girl. She was really mean. I mean, she threatened to punch me in the face. People think we might get into a fight. While playing soccer in gym, I got kicked in the leg and none of the girls would apologized. I still got picked last for the team. Things got when everyone had the idea I had a crush on this girl. They pick on people who are gay.

I don’t know who started it. I really hated Lowe’s grove. All they do is bully others and misbehave. Not only do they tease me because I was fat and ugly, they also tease me because I’m different from them. I love Harry Potter and the Black eyed peas and they hated them. They think I’m a loser because of that.

After seventh grade was finally over, I got another transcript for DSA. We never got the letter back. We went to the school board and we didn’t get in. I was really mad. Doris said it’s my last year but I didn’t care.

Eighth grade was the worst semester of my life. I was tease everyday. I got another haircut. I try avoiding but pretending I’m sick. I also get teased on the bus. A girl was saying hurtful things to me just because I told the assailant principal, , that she is being rude about the bus seats. She thinks she owns the bus. The assistant principal finally assigned seats. I’m so glad she stopped bothering me. She became nice now. Dianne (who started sixth grade) and I sat with a nice seventh grader name Cassie. I don’t know what took her so long to assign seats. I had the biggest crush name one boy. He’s the cousin of the girl who picked on me. He thinks I’m ugly and calls me retard. Even his basketball teammates are mean to me.

I hated middle school Worst year of my life. I couldn’t wait to start high school because I’ll be going to Jordan, a really great school. I was supposed to go to Hillside since that’s my district school but it’s like Lowe’s grove. I was happy to get in. I had to attend summer school because I didn’t pass my math ECO. But I passed and I couldn’t wait to start my first day of school.

I woke up around five. My mom drop me to my cousin’s house. He was starting his tenth grade year. Jordan was the perfect. I had amazing friends and no one has bothered me. I come home happy and not complaining how much I hate school. Jordan is a much better high school than Hillside. It’s a clean school and the students are well behaved. It’s also nothing like Lowe’s grove either. After my exams in tenth grade, I couldn’t wait to start eleventh grade. But I had to repeat tenth grade and what’s worse is that I had to attend Hillside. I cried when I got the letter. Hillside was just like Lowe’s grove.

This one boy in my math class also said mean stuff to me. He calls me ugly. Even the class goes along with him. Hillside was the worst school ever. Even the teachers and principals and counselors don’t care about bullying. It’s the same thing over and over. They didn’t do nothing. I finally graduated on January 25, 2012. I was happy to leave Hillside and leave all this abuse behind. All I know is that my bullying days are over and if I ever see them again, I will tell them “I moved on and I don’t care what you have to say to me anymore”!