The Cuts On My Wrist

STOP BULLYING!!!!
Hey everyone. This is a collection of people's stories about being bullied or bullying and also some advice and quotes and little things like that are included to help stomp out bullying. Please read and help us stop The bullying... every little bit counts to a better future. If would like to be heard please email me at rebecca.herkess@education.nsw.gov.au and you can have a voice as well:) WARNING. This story may be a little depressing to those who are like me, and are bullied.

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49. @eevee eevee

eevee eeveeTo Pika Pika: I want to tell you my story...
It all started ever since I was born. I was born premature, at 24 weeks and one pound, explaining my shortness to this day. 
I am a twin, and his name is Justin. My name is Phillip, nice to meet you Becca. 
When I was born, my lungs couldn't handle the air pressure in the oxygen we as humans breath, and my brother and I had to be put in an incubator for 81 days.

When I first went to kindergarten, I tried to make friends. We were playing soccer at recess.
"Hi, my name's-"I started talking to a kid with brown hair who was dribbling the ball beside me.
He turned around to me and tripped me. I lost my balance and when flying across the black top. As I tried to get up, I was immobilized by pain in my calf. A shadow loomed over my body and the kid towered over me.

"You're a loser." he spat, and turned around and started to walk away.
I tried to get up but winced in pain and crumpled to the ground.

"Look! He's trying to get up!"another kid yelled, laughing.

The boy with brown hair turned around and looked at me, with a smug expression.
"You're a wimp," he said, smirking, "you're a wimp, a midget!"

Everyone began to laugh and a dizzy spell overcame me. I thought,"why we're they laughing? I didn't do anything funny..." 

Then, in 1st grade,it got worse. Not only were kids making fun of me for my size, but also my voice. My teacher supportive, and she liked to make fun of me and single me out as well. I made one friend that year.

According to her we were "friends" but whenever her other friends were around she kept me at a distance as if she was ashamed to be my friend.

Everyday I got tripped, pushed around, and insulted over my size. I stopped wearing shoes with laces because then I would trip. I begged my mom to only get Velcro for fear of being tripped. I showed no weakness, no emotion. During the 2nd to 5th grades, whenever I said hi to someone, their response would be "Shut up." or "You're weird. So and so told me to stay away from you."

I was excited to go to middle school. I thought life would change. Boy, I was wrong.
My "friend" completely turned on me, ignoring me d making up excuses. I found my old friend, and she pulled me through on occasions. We'll get to her later.... She is my friend to this day and helped me alto. Not to sound selfish or ungrateful, but she did sometimes leave me to go with other friends for weeks at a time, and that's where I needed her most....
She was a friend that was nice to me......

And then freshman year came, this year. It still hasn't stopped the bullying the teasing that haunts me, follows me around.

One day, at night at my house, my cats got a hold of a rat. I tried to away and they scratched my arm. The next day, my friend grabbed my arm and I cringed in pain. She rolled up my sleeves and asked me why I cut myself. Before I had time to explain, during 7th period, my guidance counselor brought me to his office. He said it was orientation. He asked me to pull up my sleeves. He saw the cat scratches, and asked another counselor took a look at my arm. 
They asked me how I got these cat scratches, not believing a word I said.
When they released me from the office they said they would further investigate by calling my mom. After this, I barely held it together in Biology, tears brimming in my eyes.
"What's wrong?" My friend asked me after class.
I bit my lip and quietly said in my calmest voice, "Nothing."
I went to my locker and got out my stuff as slowly as possible. After what seemed like an eternity, she left. I went downstairs and my brother told me that she told him that she told the guidance counselors "That Phillip was hurting himself."
Well, when I learned this, I broke into tears. Because of what happened that day people sprea rumors about me. 

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