Treated as a wierdo (11 year old girl)
My last name doesn't worry me. Yeah it's not too good, it's a word like meanie, nasty dirt, but I didn't really care, but lots of mean boys and girls did. The fact that I'm a bit smarter than average and have reddish-brown hair didn't help either. None of it worried me until it started. It was bullying and teasing.
I would get treated as a weirdo, a piece of poo. People would yell out my last name and tell me I must be horrible to have it. I'd get called a nerd, a ranga, and get teased everyday.
I stopped accepting myself. I wished I could be the small, pretty, normal girls that were the rulers, or not smart or anything to stop the teasing. I was desperate, I needed help.
I'd remembered the Kids Helpline ads and I went onto the website. I talked to two counsellors and I realised I wasn't the only one, and with the help of my lovely family and friends I thought up comebacks and ways to stop them.
I'm now school captain and not many people pick on me because I don't care that they are pathetic enough to tease me. Thanks Kids Helpline you saved me.
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