Age 17 from Minnesota
It started my sophomore year when I was 16. I had been attending a performing arts high school, but became very sick and had to switch to a regular high school. I knew only a few people, but made friends very quickly. I started talking to a boy that was a year older than me, and that was probably the worst thing to ever happen to me. His group of friends started tweeting mean things about me, and he just stopped talking to me. Everyone kept saying that it would just blow over, but it only got worse. My closest group of friends were guys, which didn't help anything. There were rumors that I hooked up with the entire hockey team, that I had sex with 4 boys in one night, the list went on and on. Everyone called me the slut. The girls in my grade stopped talking to me, rather than sticking up for me, in fear that they would be treated the same way. I completely shut down. I didn't try in school, I didn't communicate with my parents, I didn't hang out with anyone. And from there it only got worse. People said I was a "thirsty bitch" and a "puck slut" and that I "transferred schools because I had gone through all of the guys at my old school". Then, the night before the last day of school, my school has a tradition where everyone goes out to egg each other's houses. My house was targeted by everyone. Only, they took it to the extreme. They had eggs, paintballs, and I later found out that they were planning on burning "slut" into my yard. Someone drove by and saw me outside; they called me a "f*cking slut". Then all of a sudden about 6 cars full of people pulled up to my house. Things along the lines of "let's f*ck this bitches house up" were being said. Thank God they all got scared when they saw me and my parents outside. We called the cops and the cops stayed outside my house the rest of the night to make sure they didn't come back. On the last day of school, the upperclassmen lined the sidewalks as we walked in. They cheered for everyone. And then when I walked through I got booed. The teachers outside didn't do anything. People started tweeting at me saying I was a bitch and what not. Girls were looking for me supposedly so they could start a fight with me. A total of maybe 3 people talked to me that day. I was numb. I didn't cry once that day. I didn't eat. I didn't pay attention in class. I was ready to give up. And if it weren't for the boy who came over and apologized, who is now my absolute best friend, I wouldn't be able to tell this story today. I confronted many people about everything. Some apologize, some still act like I'm worthless, and some act like it never happened. I pray to God that no one ever gets treated the way I did. That no one ever feels as worthless as I did. I'm sick of my school not doing anything. I want to help Stomp Out Bullying.