When I was being bullied and called names for years, you all didn’t care. Now all of a sudden I am taking up for myself, it is a problem.

We have to keep standing up for ourselves and make a difference. Every voice needs to be heard.

I was fragile, buried in broken dreams, and felt hopeless because of what my classmates said and did to me… No, it is not fair, not at all. Nearly every single day, elementary school has been a challenge. I have many wishes that I would love to come true but one wish I would like to be granted is for teachers to understand bullying hurts.

Why don’t you ever ask me what happened, first? You always ask the people who hurt other people what happened first, as if I am going to tell a fib.

No, I am not apologizing. He needs to apologize to me. He called me names all day and pushed me. It is funny how it went unnoticed, but you want to punish me, the good guy. When I defend myself, then you want to look?

It feels even better to be treated fairly.

There’s only so much the principals and teachers can do, but they can do their part to make a difference.

I was being drilled again, for something someone did to me. I followed the rules and told the teacher—but I still… and once again, got in trouble. Wow—what sense does that make? None. None what so ever. Once again, I was being bullied and it was ignored.

I want to turn every person who has been bullied into their own hero! I know it is possible and I cannot wait for that day to come.