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This section of the page is dedicated to the stories of some students we know and people who we don't know. These stories are actual experiences that they have been through and are kindly sharing it with us to remind us how painful it is to be bullied.

I am Mary, I am fifteen years of age and very friendly. I started in my new school at year ten which was very difficult for me. I thought most of the students would welcome me calmly into the school but I was wrong.

I only had a few friends who made me feel welcomed but the rest were horrible. Most of the students teased me because I am too black; Every time I get inside the school I will see a group of girls or boys laughing and calling me names because of my colour and because of that I never wanted to come to school but I have to because my dad would not allow me to stay home if there is nothing wrong with me.

As soon as I see the groups when I get to school, I would stay somewhere where there are no students. I would stand there until the bullies have left before I would go where I wanted. I didn't feel safe at Eastlea because everywhere I go, I hear people laughing and calling me names. I remember one day I went to lunch with my friend Wafa, on the way back to school; I saw the bullies standing at the gates. I stopped as soon as I spotted them and told Wafa to go to school and I will follow her later. She didn't, she stood there and waited for me. I told her why I stopped and she told me to ignore them, but I couldn't. I had to run past them very fast for them not to see me. The worst thing is that as soon as they start to call me names they make sure everyone standing there notices it then all eyes would turn on me. Laughing, pointing at me and calling me names.

I would go home, lock my bedroom door and cry to sleep. I tried to ignore the bullies but I couldn't, every time I try it gets worse. The bad thing is that it's mostly the blacks that are the bullies. There are some boys in school who I can't even compete with which hurts me very much. They call me knight Rider because I am dark.

This boy called me and told me I am as dark as my hair, I felt really upset, I can't even express how upset I was. The best thing is that I am still trying to ignore them just to get on with my life, which is very difficult for me. I don't want to tell the head of year eleven because I don't want to get the bullies into trouble, which means that I will have to pay for it by getting beaten up by the bullies.