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Eliot Coldwater dreaded mornings on weekdays. They meant waking up  early, walking around the house like a zombie, trying to find his baggy, worn out clothes and attempting to block out his mother's loud, obnoxius voice. Eliot was used to hearing words like " lazy" and "... more like your sister", "disappointment".  He was usually good at ignoring her nonstop ranting but some days, when he felt most vunerable, those same words sent sharp pains to his chest, burning his lungs and guts as if there was literal hellfire roaming every cell of his lanky, boney and tall body.

The ride to school was a blur. Eliot tried so hard to feel numb because not feeling things seemed to better option than feeling everything at all times. And there were lots of things not to feel. He was in daze, faint fog, he created in his mind, restings around him in protective manner, shielding him from his classmates cruel remarks and glares.  As it turned out most of the times, the shield was not as strong as he'd like. Eliot came to his senses just to see two girls in the backrow of the school bus, where "cool kids" often sat, giggling and whispering in each others ears. Eliot was used to people gossiping, talking behind his back when they thought he wasn't listening and somehow, that hurt more than the times they would bully him directly, without any caution or empathy they so obiously lacked. He had become so insecure during last semester, that even when they were talking and laughing about something else, he was sure that it was about him.

In the beggining, things were fine, as fine as it gets for 14 year old boy with flamig, fire truck red hair, comically huge ears poking out of both sides of his head  and freckles nearly as many as there are stars in the summer sky. Eliot Coldwater was butt of some jokes during his academic career in elementary and middle school and he took all those jokes with a grain of salt, even laughing along with them and cracking one or two himself, because admittingly the jokes  were funny and he was natural born comedian with many, many friends.  Eliot Coldwater was a heart of every room he walked in, classrooms were fun and colourful when he was at school and birthdays celebrated with him at the party were unforgettable so nobody who knew him ever forgot to include him on the guest list. He was little hot headed ( pun intended), energetic and even at the peak of his popularity among his peers, Eliot Coldwater never forgot to be kind.  Everything was different now. He grew up and at the age of 16, he didn't look like himself anymore. Truth be told, kids don't look like themselves when they drow up. Teenagers hit puberty and their bodies change, they get bigger, hair grows in places you never knew was possible and pimples pop up every once in while. Not everybody gets rare skin disease that makes huge dark, black, bumpy mole grow and cover half and even more than half of their face, all during one, short summer.

Half an year ago, Eliot Coldwater walked into the school on his first day of 10th year and gave entire student body joking material for what he hoped to be couple of days, turning out to be entire semester and as it seemes, continuing even after winter break. Those jokes were not funny anymore. He had no desire to participate in this whole charade. Eliot became distant, looking in the mirror, looking at his friends, as he put it now, "people he knew", laughing and talking, sharing summer stories with each other and not daring to say hello in fear of catching what ever Eliot had hurt him in more ways than he knew to be possible.

Eliot looked around the bus one more time. He never noticed before just how divided those teenegers were.  But now when he was looking at them, feeling sick to his stomach, he knew each kid fell in one category from just the way they sat. Aaron Muller, 12th grader football player with hude, bulky built and dirty blond short hair was surrounded by his equally big and bulky friends. He was spread out on both seats, roaring with laughter. Eliot had conflicted feelings towards Aaron. He recalled the time the blond boy helped him pick up his books from the floor when no one was looking despite the fact the the he was the one to make him drop them in the first place to entertain his friends. Eliot couldn't say that Aaron was his friend before,  he was kind and gentle and Aaron loved to find targets to bully and torture for couple of months before moving to another. Eliot knew what Muller was doing was bad, unfair and cruel but he too busy living his best life that he was blinded, never pushed to help Aarons new laughing stocks after one or two tries. Now, that he became one of them, he understood. " I should have been more helpful when I held power", he would often think in guilt and shame.

The front row belonged to "smart kids". He could recognize all of them. Eliot recalled the time he was paired with Alice, quiet girl with huge, green eyes, to work on the science project. He promised he would help even if he knew nothing about physics or chemistry... and he did help by lighting up the mood, making her laugh until her stomach hurt and tears were spilling from her eyes. Magical day. Now, Alice would flinch everytime she brushed his hand during chemistry class. She was scared, of course she was. He didn't even bother to tell her that his condition was not contagious. Eliot knew Alice. She was paranoid.

Beside Alice sat Margo, whose sight pained Eliot the worst. They were best friends ever since the moment they met on the playground in elementary school. Margo was chubby, curly haired girl trying to bury her dead pet hamster. Eliot was sure it was just a rat.  Nonetheless, it is said that grief brings people together and when Eliot said "It's just a rat" and Margo responded with "Don's say that! He's just ugly", they became lifelong friends only to be separeted 9 years later.  With Eliot's self confidence gone, came depression and with depression came self-loathing and fear of being hurt or hurting Margo. So he sent her away and after a while of trying Margo gave up. In her defence, Margo was the one who tried longest to reach out him, to tell him that he was going to be okay, and she loved him very much. Eliot wouldn't listen. He sank deeper into his darkness and actually started believing things they said about him.

His way to biology class was long and he tried to make it longer.  First lesson of new semester and he was terrified to face them again.  But then, Eliot realized the being late meant even more attention. His worst tormentors, Emily Webber and Aaron Muller would become more aware of his existence and he would be "talked to" as Aaron called their endless teasing and straight up verbal abuse. Lost in his own head, he stumbled and fell. Ignoring sharp pain in his left knee, Eliot looked up just to see Aaron's blond hair dissapearing in the crowd. He tripped him... again, for god knows how many times this year.

_ Watch it, freak ! _ Eliot heard Aarons voice from the distance.

_ New semester, old you _ ginger boy mumbled out of habbit.

_ Are you talking to yourself again, Eliot? _ Margo said as she helped him up.  She was a pretty girl, chubby and curly haired with soulful blue eyes. Eliot wanted to hug her as he would in the past, throw his long arms around her shoulder in a friendly manner and ask her if she was up to see some movies tonight. But instead he snatched his arm from her grasp and made distance between them, as if he trully believed he was conatagious like Emily Webber once implied in history class, September 22. It was Friday .

_ I guess old habbits don't die easily... but I guess friendships do, _ Margo walked away, on the verge of crying, telling herself over and over again that she already gave up and it was for the best if she too held her distance.

Eliot was late for that class.

Next few days were even harder. To avoid curious eyes of new commer students burning holes on the back of his head and reducing chance of running into Aaron during lunch time to zero, he garabbed a single green apple and retreated to school's bathroom. Bathroom mirrors were, to put it lightly, dirty. Eliot took a bite of his apple but soon figured out that his guts didn't feel like eating in this enviroment so he threw rest of the apple in the trash. Eliot was leaving to go in library, where he was sure Aaron would never find him, simply because he never read, when he caught his reflection in the dirty mirror.

Eliot, even with his red hair, uncountable freckles and huge ears was considered an attractive guy before "thing" happened. He had beautiful green eyes girls would often describe "forest-deep" and sharp jawline like a greek god.  Over the summer Eliot got so tall, towering over his classmates, but nobody payed any attention to his height as all the eyes were staring right at his face. Eliot didn't see himself in the mirrors, only a parasite, huge black spot growing on his face day by day, week by week. So he avoided looking at himself alltogether. But right now, it was right there, sitting on 1/4 of his face as if saying " be gratefull I'm not cancer" amd in his head, Eliot responded "better if you were. People have sympathy for dying children".

Eliot's hands gripped the sink, his knuckles turning white from shortage of blood, his head spinning and his insides turning as the room got smaller and smaller. His mind darted to his mother, standing in the kitchen, drinking wine straight out of the bottle, dressed in bathrobe, cigarette between her fingers, grieving and mourning her divorce, turning a blind eye to the product of her marrige, her own son.  Then suddenly Eliot was at hospital. Tall, dark skinned doctor was examining his face with her  white gloved hands and shaking her head in disappointment. Eliot felt the familiar feeling of doom and desparation flooding his brain and hurt but he was no longer in the hospital. He was standing in the hallway, it was first day of the school again.

" I can't believe I had a crush on him"

" You think it was drugs? Hey, Coldwater, did you do lots of drugs? "

" Watch out, freak!"

" My mothers says I can't spend time with you... not that I want to "

" Eliot, talk to me! please, don't shut me out!"  He could hear Margo's words clear as the day and his heart didn't belong to him anymore. He was still staring at the mirror, but somebody else was starring back. And he hated that somebody else. Oh, how he loathed that guy!

The last thing Eliot Coldwater heard was shattering of the mirror and the world around him finally became quiet, dark, just like he wanted.

The room he woke up in smelled like a hospital, familiar scent laced with stress, fear and desparation. His suspitions were confrimed when he saw needles in his veins, beaping monitor and a nurse in the corner.

_ Ah, Eliot, you are awake! _ she squeled happily.

_ What happened? _ asked Eliot with genuine confiusion. He grimanced as his troath hurt.

_ You shattered a mirror, we think. Your neck was harmed but don't worry. You are lucky the glass missed your artery. Also lucky that they found you on time.

_ who found me? _ Eliot breathed out, unable to imagine his saviour.

_ Your friend, blonde guy... I think his name is,_ she paused to think for a second, _  Aa.. Aaron?

Eliot felt like he was dumped in cold water and he couldn't swim.

_ Anyways, _  nurse continued softly, _ your friends were worried sick about you!

_ My friends? _ Eliot couldn't believe the words he was hearing.

_ yes, Aaron and curly girl, also one with huge glasses and another girl named Emily.

Forget about cold water, Eliot was boiling with all the feelings his teenage body couldn't contain and finally he let it go. Eliot didn't even realize he was sobbing untill he stopped. The nurse was long gone, probably said something about leaving to get his mother and the  doctor, but he didn't hear, couldn't hear as his heart burned like fire and his eyes were hot, destructive volcanoes of all the bottled up emotions.

A hour passed until kids outside his room were allawed to see him.  Eliot was tired after all the kisses, hugs and apologies he recieved from his crying mother. Truth be told, she always loved her son but now, when she was on the verge of loosing him, she broke out of her fever dream and embraced all the troubles and joys of motherhood. Or that's what she said, or what Eliot heard over all the wailling.

Margo was first to hug him, as hard as she could, as if she was seeing him after century and Eliot cried again in her hair. " I'm sorry" _ he whispered.

_ Don't be! I should be sorry, I gave up on you... _ Margo found strength to look into his eyes.

_ No, you didn't...  You really didn't. I pushed you away, I needed help and I pushed you away. How stupid... _ was the answer. They stayed in each others arms for couple of seconds before silence was broken in the room.

_ Only one who should be sorry is me,_ said Aaron, hiding his face, but Eliot was sure he was crying, _ I came into that bathroom to find you and you know... make you feel bad about yourself. Because making people feel bad about themselves made me feel good about myself because most times I don't feel good about myself, _ he was stumbling on words, he couldn't form a proper sentence to explain things he was trying so hard to say.

_... and then I found you on the floor... you were bleeding Eliot... and I was so scared, so scared... I'm so sorry... I know I'm a bad person but...

_ you are not bad, _ Eliot cut him off, _ You were wrong and misguided. It's good that you are sorry. You will learn... and I will learn and things are gonna be ok... maby not now, but so-someday.

_ I'm sorry too. For having a reputation of being so smart, I did act like an idiot, _ said Alice, fidgeting with her glasses.

_ you did, _ Emily Webber chimed in, after a long pause and meeting couple of very annoyed glares, she continued, _ we all did, and I'm so sorry. We are all so sorry, Eliot.

_ It shouldn't have taken a death scare to understand how mean and horrible we were to you, _ Emily  continued , finally looking him in the face, _ and your face is still very... handsome.

The room was filled with giggles, this time Eliot was laughing along and the laughter itself was not hurtful, it was filled with unity and light hearted banter Eliot loved so much. For the first time in forever, he found himself, his old self, old Eliot he belived was lost forever. As it turned out, it was burried deep in his soul and body, waiting for the perfect moment to shine again like it used to. Eliot still had issues to work on and his new old friends had eye opening revalation couple of hours ago. This was lot to take in.  Things were not perfect, but it was okay.

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hello my name is Bob I go to school I'm 13 years old, I'm in 8th class. I have good teachers but some classmates I have bad, especially boys. They are bullers, they do not respect to  friends and teachers they use rude  words.
One boy,Oliver, the buller boy was fighting with Charles, I came up with Oliver and told him that his behaviour was not kind and good, Our teacher saw us and next day the teacher called Oliver's  father and mother..Oliver was ashamed of his behavior and apologized

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there was one ordinary boy who was always alone and was talking to no one. but who he could talk to?
to mom who was dead? or to dad who was always returning to home drunk and bullying the poor boy? or
to classmates who were also bullying the boy just because he was not from rich family? the only reason
the boy wasn’t saying anything and enduring was that the dad and classmates were telling him that they
would tell everything to everyone. He felt worried because of his classmates,his dad and of everyone
who was bullying him of everyone who had happy smile on their face when they were looking at him
when he was sad .He was feeling worried for them because they couldn’t respect the human who was
created by God . But he believed that he could succeed everything he wanted.However there always
were thoughts in his head that there was no reason for him to live.He missed his mom and hugging to
her.He was sitting angrily near the window all the night looking to the sky which was full of stars and
talking to his mom.He was standing on the roof of the house and wind was blowing on his hair .He said
only three words that was “mommy i am coming “the tears that flowed from his eyes couldn’t make his
cheeks wet and they were disappeared in the blow the body of the boy also disappeared in darkness .He
left his space in the world and could which belong to somebody else❤

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This story is about cyber bullying. It was two months ago I didn't know well that person who was bullied, but we were friends and we had never met in real life. Once she texted me that one boy on face-book who she liked  was bullying her on social media after she told him about her feelings. Her heart was broken,I didn't know what I could do for her.I told her to block him and not to listen to what he was saying. She was calm after that, but then her friend discovered that she liked the same boy as she did. Cyber bully got to real life she was upset with her because she knew that her friend liked her too. They were telling her to kill herself that she is ugly and dumb and how could she look at boys. This was really hard to hear,I didn't know what to say to calm her she said that It was her fault and she should die,that hurt me. I told her that its not normal that she should tell her parents and they should deal with it. She was against that but,they didn't stop and everything got too far. She told me that they will be in trouble if she'll tell her parents,but I said to her that  if they bully someone else too and if you deal with It,It would have been a lesson to them and their parents,they apologized to her and everything ended up well.
She left that school and forgot everything about them at least tried.
We text sometime and I'll never forget that, I don't think that I did a big job or did something It was based on her and she was strong. She standed for herself and her love,but a bad love of youth

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              Story about bulling                                   The story which  I must speak about happened after  the summer holiday, when I came back at school with gained kilogrames. I was preparing like other girls.I dressed up special clothes,made hear in beauty salon and went to school.On this day I became so unhappy girl. 
    When I entered at school I greeted teachers and  friends who I missed so much. First lesson was good,classmates were talking about memories of the summer holidays.Next the bell rang  and I left the class. Suddenly in the hall I saw walls with bad inscriptions and the drawing—pig with human head.There was main bad sentence_,,Tea is a pig with big stomach”. I was humiliated and with teary eyes I left school. Noone calmed  me down ,everyone laughed at me. On this day I locked myself up in the room and was crying. I decided to start strict diet. I was in this situation for a month, but bullying of me did not stop. It was unhealthy diet and  I became ill. I fell in  depression and didn’t talk to my family members.
        Everything what happened was my fault. On that day I must not have  left the school and must have  protected my rights. Now I must be happy human with high self-esteem.But now I am unlucky and unhappy person whose body is not perfect and not relevant of people standards. One month Bullying was sign,which destroyed my future life.

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              Story about bulling                                   The story which  I must speak about happened after  the summer holiday, when I came back at school with gained kilogrames. I was preparing like other girls.I dressed up special clothes,made hear in beauty salon and went to school.On this day I became so unhappy girl. 
    When I entered at school I greeted teachers and  friends who I missed so much. First lesson was good,classmates were talking about memories of the summer holidays.Next the bell rang  and I left the class. Suddenly in the hall I saw walls with bad inscriptions and the drawing—pig with human head.There was main bad sentence_,,Tea is a pig with big stomach”. I was humiliated and with teary eyes I left school. Noone calmed  me down ,everyone laughed at me. On this day I locked myself up in the room and was crying. I decided to start strict diet. I was in this situation for a month, but bullying of me did not stop. It was unhealthy diet and  I became ill. I fell in  depression and didn’t talk to my family members.
        Everything what happened was my fault. On that day I must not have  left the school and must have  protected my rights. Now I must be happy human with high self-esteem.But now I am unlucky and unhappy person whose body is not perfect and not relevant of people standards. One month Bullying was sign,which destroyed my future life.

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I am Romiko Adeishvili, I live in Kutaisi, I was bullied for a long time.
My peers used to laugh at me and  humiliate me very often.  I was so depressed that I did not want to do anything.
Whenever I read or spoke at the lesson, they used to start laughing. It was so painful that I stopped studying,  sometimes I knew the lesson but I was saying that I did not... because I was afraid of being bullied.
But one day everything changed. My English teacher who is also best friend for me now, noticed that  they laughed at me and  talked to them;
At the end of the lesson she told me that I should not be frightened and nobody can dare bully me while she is there. I feel happy, I solved this problem and nobody understood about it. I am thankful that she helped me

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Hello everybody my name is Liliana and  am 13 years old. I am from Georgia and I live in a small town which called Kutaisi. Now I study at secondary school N29.  A year ago I went to another schoo,there were  very bad guys who laughted at children. At first I liked them and they liked me too. I thought they were good guys but I was wrong.

They started bullying me

I don’t like wearing ordinary clothes. I wear I wear colorful trouners.sometime wear different collours traners on each foot on. In Georgia that is new and they don’t   understand  this. So children were bullyging  me. So every day I was crying . I don’t knew what I have to do. So I told it to my parents  what whey were doing. They were shoked  about listening to  this story. The next day my mom come  at my school  and my teacher told to my mom that everything was ok , but my mom said that nothing was ok. But my teachen knew everything  and everybody could see that they were bolinging me  but no one wanted to say anything.

You will never imagine what I have overcome . some times they were hitting me but I was not saying anything

Then I left that school and now everything is very good ☺

I have friends which I now that they will be with me whole life. Now I am happy  and no one is bolling me.

However my advice is if someone is bullinging you – tell someone. They will help you and trust me one day everything wil be okay.