Leven CE (VC) Primary School
A – Z of Bullying
LEVEN SCHOOL’S A-Z OF BULLYING
In October 2014 the school ran an anti – bullying week. We were really pleased that local author
Marvin Close came and worked with the Year 6 children on this A-Z of bullying. We hope that
these short stories will help our children.
Mr A Dolman
Headteacher
2014
To mark the 2014 Anti-Bullying Week, Leven School
Year Sixes took part in a series of talks, debates and
discussions about how to stop bullying and discuss what
kind of effects it can have upon children. With writer
Marvin Close, they decided to put together an A-Z of
Bullying – a unique short book of poems, stories and
pieces of advice that all relate to being picked on.
They hope that younger children in the school will read
this, to see how bullying can ruin people’s lives – and
pick up some tips about how to cope with it. And stop
it! One thing’s for sure. All of the children agreed that you shouldn’t try to keep it to yourself if
you’re being bullied. Keep it secret, and there’s little chance your bullying problem will be solved.
So turn the page and read the marvellous writing they created with their teacher Ms Penney and (**
add names of TAs, students etc involved)
A is for AMBASSADOR
A person to represent anti-bullying in a school.
Dear Leven School,
Some of the children will be chosen to be Ambassadors to represent anti-bullying, which mean
stopping bullying. As you probably know, bullying makes students not want to come to school.
This is affecting people’s education.
We would like at least four ambassadors every day to patrol the following places:
1) Playground
2) Field
3) Indoor corridors and toilets
These are places where bullying can occur because no adults are around to see it happening.
Hopefully, these children will be trained in 2015.
Ambassadors are vital to stop bullying because they can report bullies with only the teachers
knowing and can stop bullying for good. This involves parents of the bully knowing.
CALLUM PARNABY
B is for BUDDIES
Two friends called Bob and Jimmy went to school. Bob was racing Jimmy and ran straight into the
headmaster. He got into trouble. Jimmy said to the headmaster: `It was my fault.’
The headteacher looked at Jimmy: `Was it?’
`Yes it was.’
They were left alone and went into class. In the classroom Mrs Billy asked for their homework.
Jimmy didn’t have his.. Mrs Billy went to Jimmy.
`Where is your homework?’
Then Bob butted in: `We did it together.’
After school they strolled to Bob’s house. The buddies ran off to play football at the field. Two
buddies that will always be there for each other.
SAM LEGARD
C is for CYBER BULLYING
Brian was sat at his desk listening to the boring sound of teachers explaining what is happening in
the lesson for what seemed like hours. Then he felt the little buzz in his pocket that he calls torture.
Every time he looks at his phone, he sees insults and threats. Here was the conversation.
Jack: Hey Shrimp, can’t wait til break. I’m going to put you down.
Brian: Why?
Jack: Because ur a shrimp.
Brian: I’m going to tell Miss on you.
Jack: Don’t u dare or I’ll punch u.
Brian: Too late she is looking for u.
Later that day Brian went home with a black eye.
~Oh Brian’, said Brian’s Mum with tears in her eyes.
`What happened to your eye?’, she asked.
Whimpering and messing with his fingers, Brian mumbled: `Well, at school’, he started without
stopping for a breath of air, `Jack texted me mean comments. When I told an adult, Jack threatened
to be my worst nightmare. Then at break, he couldn’t stop hitting me, then he punched me in the
eye and walked off.’ Brian wheezed for air after the rush of words.
Brian hugged his Mum and started to cry. The warm tears against his Mum comforted Brian.
Brian’s Mum went to school the next day and talked to the headmaster about Jack.
Later that week, Jack was suspended for bullying and Brian wasn’t bullied ever again. So if you get
bullied, don’t be afraid to ask for help.
DANIEL PEAK
D is for DISCRIMINATION
Do not be a bully,
It’s not very pleasant,
Scared for life,
Cruelty is hoffiric,
Repetitive teasing is unrelenting,
Insults every day,
Misunderstood violence,
It’s worse every day,
Nastiness all the time,
Ambassadors will help,
Toilets are mostly where it happens,
Incredibly hurtful,
Online bullying is cyber bullying,
Never bully.
JAY MILLS
E is for EMOTIONAL
Emotions are powerful like a blade ripping your heart,
Misunderstood teachers go onto the wrong side like a confused man in a maze,
Online nastiness can wreck your feelings,
Toilets are a bully hotspot ready for them to pounce and affront,
Insulting bullies offend snd are heart destroying,
Oh why don’t bullies stop?
Nasty things go through your mind,
Ambassadors watch out when bullies are about,
Lonely people get bullied.
JOEY SNAITH
F is for FRENEMIES
Frenemy – a friend who is actually an enemy or bully.
As our story begins, our brave protagonist slays dragons, saves the day and rescues prncesses….
`Ring, ring, ring!’
Oh there goes his alarm. Time to return to horrible work.
`Time for school, Michael,’ came his Mother’s tired, monotous voice. He got out of bed, avoided
the death traps on the floor of his dark room and got to the hallway. He turned around and stepped
into the bathroom. He looked into the broken mirror and cried: `Yes! My initiation black eye has
gone. I’m a member of the gang.’
He sank into his torn charity clothes and sighed: `Today’s my hitting day again. But it’s worth it for
the friends this gang brings me. He picked up the dirty five pound note for his `friends’, of course,
and shoved it into his pocket. Yes, the pain was worth it for his friends. As he caught sight of the
rusting school bus, he saw his Mother randomly making a smoothie. He had seen his Mother do
things like this before, but this time she was half asleep and hugging the toaster.
`That was strange,’ Michael thought aloud.
`What was strange, baby boy?’
`Oh no…,’ he mumbled to himself, `Nothing , and why do you keep calling me `baby boy’ ?’
`That’s your gang name. I’m Eagle. Taylor is `Bear’, Mat is `Fat’, and you…the bully
paused…`you’re baby boy. You prefer that we use your old name , Worm, huh Worm?’
`No! I hate that name,’ Michael roared.
`Oh! The Worm’s got a voice. You shouldn’t have dome that , Worm.’
Before he could move, the bullies were on him, punching and kicking.
`I’m sorry, I’m sorry,’ Michael cried.
`You better be, Worm.’
`Travis,’ Mat whispered, `we forgot the fiver.’
`Oh yeah,’ he replied, `Worm! Give us the fiver!’
`Oh Travis,’ Michael whispered, `here you go.’
Next day…as the school bus came to a halt. Michael reflected on the past few years. They had been
filled with beatings, torture, gangs and Travis. Oh Travis. How he despied him. He had joined his
gang so he could fit in, but it had brought him nothing but pain. Some friends they were.
He stumbled into the imposing school building. To his surprise, Mrs Roberts was standing there.
`Are you alright, Michael?,’ she asked in a caring voice. Michael had been afraid to tell anyone
about the bullies, but he mustered up the courage to talk to Mrs Roberts.
`Mrs Roberts, I have…’. He paused.
`Yes, Micheal?’
`I have a problem with my friends.’
He said it. He worried – what if Travis and the bullies found out that he told the teacher? He would
be kicked out of the gang. He would have no friends.
`Oh Michael, a problem with your friends. You can just talk to them and sort things.’
`I think they’re bullies,’ Michael interrupted.
`Well you’ll have to come to my office immediately.’
`But what about my classes? I’ll get detention.’
`Don’t worry. I’ll mke sure you don’t get into trouble.’
After talking it through with Miss Roberts, he found out he had `frenemies’ – friends who are
actually enemies. Travis and his gang were caught and punished. They never, ever bullied again.
Michael’s life was much better from there on, and now he lives a happy life, in a wonderful house,
with great job and a loving wife with two beautiful children. The end!
BRADLEY WILSHIRE
G is for GANG
Another sad, lonely, dull day for poor Andy. As he slowly ate breakfast, nearly choking on each
spoonful of tasteless porridge, he thought about the nasty day ahead of him. It was painful to even
think about.
`Come on Andy or you’ll be late for school,’ called Andy’s Mum, coming down the stairs.
As soon as he had put his foot outside the school bus, Andy longed to be anywhere but school.
There in front of him was Barry and his gang striding towards Andy, smirking and muttering to
each other.
Andy ran. He couldn’t think of anything else to do but run. Were they following him? As Andy ran
through the front gates, he looked up and there was the school’s headmaster looking down at him.
From his office window high up on the top floor. Andy kept on running, not daring to look back. He
even ran through the school corridors, which was a very dangerous thing to do. If Mr Burndy
spotted you even trotting inside school, it was an hour’s detention, no excuses.
He had made it safely into Mrs Brightwood’s classroom, but Andy had made a big racket running
into the door. Mrs Brightwood looked up from her desk, her glasses magnifying her eyes. Everyone
made fun of poor Mrs Brightwood, but she was Andy’s favourite teacher. She was nice, she was
kind, what was not to like about her? Looks can’t interfere with friendship.
`That’s your loudest entry yet, Andy. Can’t you please tell me what’s going on, flower?’
This was the only thing that Andy found annoying about Mrs Brightwood, but he didn’t want to
embarrass her or anything, so he kept quiet. The bell rang. People started filling the classroom
quickly, and pretty soon, everyone was sat at their desks, except for Andy, who was still stood next
to Mrs Brightwood’s desk. Most people started laughing, except for one person; a short boy covered
in freckles was looking at him and gave Andy a reassuring smile. Andy walked down the aisle
between all the desks and sat with the boy who stopped smiling, but his eyes stayed bright. The
lesson began.
At break, Andy was called uyp to the headmaster’s office. By the time he got up to the top floor,
Andy was gasping for breathe. He stood outside the office for a few minutes to catch his breathe
and then knocked.
`Come in,’ called a deep voice. Andy pushed the door open and for the first time saw Mr Crowley’s
office.
~Take a seat,’ said the headmaster, not looking up from his papers. Andy’s palms were sweating
and his heart was beating fast. Eventually, Mr Crowley looked up at Andy.
`Can you tell me how you’re feeling, Andy?,’ he asked.
`Fine,’ lied Andy.
`What was going on this morning? You don’t have to be afraid to tell me.’
`I was just worried I was going to be late for class.’
`And what about the boys behind you? Were they worried they’d be late for class?’
Andy gulped. He opened his mouth but no sound came out.
`Remember Andy, you can tell me anything.’
And then all of a sudden he got this feeling that he could trust Mr Crowley and blurted out
everything about the threatening, the name calling, stealing lunch money, blackmailing, everything
Andy had experienced with Barry and the gang, and it felt good to share it with someone for once.
Like he had opened a cork holding in all the fears and troubles.
`I shall have a word with the other boys. You may go now.’
Now that Andy had said something, a whole weight was lifted off his shoulders, the rest of the
school day flew by, and Andy, for the first time ever since he could remember, stepped onto the
school bus with a smile on his face. The bullies did still call him names, but Andy just ignored them
and looked ahead.
The next day at school, Andy’s bullies didn’t even go near him, and he had made a new friend as
well. The short, new, freckled boy was called Robert and they were best mates and Andy has lived a
much happier life ever since.
JULIA KASINSKA
H is for HELP
Harvey was a Year Seven and he had just started secondary. He imagined a nice and exciting first
school year but he got the opposite from that. He got punched and kicked, and punched even more.
He needed help.
Even at home he felt the pain of the bully. He tried to forget about it and just lay down. `It’s going
to be a long night,’ he sighed.
Later that night Harvey stayed up all night thinking about the next day. He knew he was going to
get bullied again. At school he tried to stay away from the bully. His plan had failed. He needed
help.
Punch, kick, the bully punched Harvey. `Stop it,’ he said. There were no teachers in view in the
empty corridors. Sick and tired of being bullied, after everyone had gone into class, we wnt to the
headmaster’s office to talk to him about it. For the first time he felt safe in school. After that chat,
he never got bullied again. He didn’t need help.
JAMES HASKIN
I is for INSULTS
Insults – when you call someone names or mean words.
Harry was reluctantly getting out of bed eating his awful burnt toast. Harry was on the bus. . Will
and his gang were screaming names at him. He sped off the bus. Running into the headteacher,
Harry got himself a detention. After detention, he went to the park but Will and his gang were
there…
Limping home, Harry had just faced his daily torture. Some time later, staring deep into his mirror,
he didn’t recognise the lonely, miserable boy reflected back at him.
`How did I become this?,’ he mumbled out loud.
Enough was enough. Harry marched through the school gates. Fearlessly, he visited the headmaster
and told him everything.
LUKE TATTAM
J is for JEALOUS
Alex was officially the school loser, according to Derek the school bully. Alex went to the grotty
toilet, the bullies’ playground.
`Hello, Alex.’
`Here to beat me?,’ mumbled Alex.
`What!’ Derek pinned him up against the wall. He dropped. He just sat there.
After a terrible day at school, Alex ran home, unlocked the door and stamped upstairs. He tugged
the duvet over himself and went to sleep.
`Alex? Alex,’ shouted his Mum as she tramped upstairs. She pulled the duvet over him, not
knowing what had happened. The same happened at school, again and again.
And then he had a text message conversation with his bully, Derek that made him realise the reason
he was being picked on.
`Hey duffus’
`Who are you?’
`Your bully’
`Derek?’
`That’s my name Duffus’
`So why are you calling?’
`Because I want to hear about your phone and how you can afford it? What is it?’
`It’s a Blackberry.’
`They’re rubbish.’
And that was it. Derek was jealous of his new phone!
JAMES ROBERTS
K is for KIND
Kind is being friendly like a best friends would,
Indulgent is letting someone do what they want and not bossing them around,
Nice is supporting your friend or anyone that’s being bullied,
Don’t discriminate against people and always be kind.
ISAAC MAHON
L is for LONELY
Mike’s Mum came upstairs to wake him up.
`Mike! Wake up NOW! It’s school in half an hour.’
`That’s the point,’ came Mike’s muffled voice from his room. Mike felt miserable. Thirty five
minutes later Mike clambered onto the motorbike he owned and still weary with sleep set off to the
torture chamber known as school.
Trevor always yelled absurd insults at him.`Hello Mr Boo Boo Baby! Mr Mashed Potato Mike! He
had made everyone hate him. The day started in the exact same fashion when Mike entered the
school grounds.
`Punch him on the nose Trevor!’
`Punch the little boo boo baby.’
They all punched him and kicked him and he cried. But then Mr Chuck came.
`Oh no,’, whispered Trevor.
`I want to talk to you boys,’ said Mr Chuck.
The next day’s newspaper had the whole story…
`BULLIES BUSTED!’
Yesterday 16-year-olds Trevor, Steve, Howard and Alan were kicked out of West Road School,
London, for beating up fellow student Mike Hovestaten.’
Conclusion. Mike has made friends and is being helped to re-develop skills he has lost. He will not
be lonely again.
BRADLEY GOODLAD
M is for MISUNDERSTOOD
Misunderstood, misunderstood. So many people are misunderstood,
Whether what they say or what they do,
Misunderstood, misunderstood. So many people are misunderstood,
Bullies around the world listen to this poem,
Misunderstood, misunderstood. So many people are misunderstood,
There’s so many people affected by this,
Misunderstood, misunderstood. So many people are misunderstood
What they’re like, doesn’t mean they’re different,
Misunderstood, misunderstood. So many people are misunderstood,
So listen up everyone, this is important,
Misunderstood, misunderstood. So many people are misunderstood,
Respect who they are and treat them the same,
If you do your part so many people won’t be misunderstood.
Misunderstood, misunderstood. So many people are misunderstood,
And if you do your part, so many people won’t be misunderstood.
EMILY HOUGHT
N is for NEW BEGINNINGS
Oscar went to school. As he stepped off the school bus he saw them. He pulled on his jacket to
cover the bruises on his arm. He started his lesson. It was maths. The day passed uneventfully,
under the close watch of vigilant teachers.
As soon as school was over he sprinted to the park. There they were, the bullies. They started to
punch and kick him. The bullies did not stop until they had had enough. He ran as home as fast as
he could and slammed the door behind him. The next day it happened again.
He got bullied again. He ran home and put a jumper over his bruises so his Mum would not see
them. But his Mum pulled his jumper off and saw the bruises on his arm.
`What happened to your arm?, she cried.
They decided to sit down and talk about it. After a while, Oscar felt more confident about going to
school and was no longer afraid of the bullies.
ELIZABETH CUNNINGTON and LEVI HIGGS
O is for ONLINE
David was cocooned in his duvet and waiting for the torture to begin. He had no clue who the
horrible treacherous mean person was that said things about his Mum online. It was like someone
drilling a hole in Mum’s warm, kind, beloved heart.
Once again he looked at his computer and tears burst out of his brown, kind eyes. He tried to keep it
in but it was too hard for him. He thought about C.E.O.P. but he couldn’t. It was too hard, he had
kept it in so long. He had to cry.
Anxiously he went to school and it was like the biggest weight off his shoulders until he got home.
He took a deep breath and told his Mum everything.
She said: `Why didn’t you tell me. Why didn’t you say something?’
Luke said: `I was scared. They threatened me.’
Luke’s Mum took action and quick. She was fuming with flames. She called C.E.O.P and they
found the mean horrible person that had caused Luke so much stress. Now Luke is fine and happy
as he should be, and he knows that if anyone bullies him again he would call C.E.O.P.
HARRY JORDAN
P is for PHYSICAL
Will didn’t sleep and woke up unready to face the dreaded day ahead of him. Slowly he walked
down the creaking stairs. He didn’t even take his tuck money after the constant snatching of it. He
looked at the steamed up window and his own face stared back at him. Grabbing the cold door
handle he jerked the door open and stepped outside. The cold pit that was his heart, lurched. There,
like every other day, stood Dave the school bully. Just ignore him, thought Will.
`Hey loser, where’s your money?’ jeered Dave.
Will carried on walking. Suddenly, anger flared in Will’s mind.
`Leave me alone,’ sniffed Will.
This gave Dave an opportunity and he seized it.
`Is little Will going to tell his Mummy?,’ mocked Dave in an annoyed voice.
Finally when the bus reached school, Will got off in his usual battered state. He ran through the
rusty school gates and carried on running until he bumped into something. He looked up. Mr Brown
the science teacher fixed him with an icey stare.
`Why are you running?,’ bellowed Mr Brown. Will sighed.
`I am running because I got bullied,’ Will said.
`Who is it,’ asked Mr Brown.
`It’s Dave,’ cried Will. Mr Brown walked across the playground and started talking to Dave. . His
face was as red as a tomato. Dave walked up to Will.
`Sorry,’ he mumbled.
From then on, he and Will were good friends.
TOM MURRAY
Q is for QUIET
Silence. Sweet, sweet silence. The only thing Abbie could enjoy. Silence made her feel a bit more
secure, but her silence didn’t last long. She was sat in the bathroom on the floor.
`Four eyed metal mouth,’ chanted Kim and her gang. Her words seeming slightly colder every time
she said it. They were here now, right in front of her.
`Look at that girls, four eyes wants her Mummy.’
Abbie was trying to hold back the tears. It was a year since her Mother had passed away and Kim
was constantly pressing on her pain like a button in her heart.
`Go away,’ Abbie said. She meant to say it loudly but it came out as a feeble plea.
`Metal mouth four eyes wants us to leave. We’re your friends, aren’t we little Miss Braces?’
Abbie stayed quiet. The walls were almost closing in on her. Kim was breathing heavily on her
neck, the foul smell of despair making her choke.
`Oh ho! Snot nose is choking. I’ll help her,’ Kim giggled.
Without emotion she punched Abbie hard in the stomach
`Kim,’ a skinny girl from the gang asked discreetly. `Do you think we should stop? We don’t want
to hurt her, do we?’
~Do you want to be punched too?,’ Kim roared. As the gang left the bathroom, it was scarily quiet.
Abbie lay on the floor, eyes shut. Another girl walked into the bathroom.
`Are you o.k.?’
`A bit,’ Abbie moaned.
`Let’s get you some help. My name’s Jasmine.’
Abbie got help from Jasmine because she found that it’s o.k. to tell people. All she needed was a
friend to help and she didn’t keep quiet again.
SARAH SUNDERLAND
R is for REPETITION
George woke up in horror. He really didn’t want to go to school. Even the word school made him
tremble in fear as the noise travelled towards his ears and into his shaking head. It had been going
on for weeks. He staggered out of bed and down the damp, rotten stairs to breakfast.
He had sloppy coco pops that squelched about in bitter milk, Then, on his way to school, he heard
people shouting `George’ from all angles. He was surrounded. It was Bill, Bouncer, Bob and
Brendan. They called themselves the 4Bs.
`Aren’t we in for a treat,’ mumbled Bill. They got closer and closer and then they started to punch
and kick him to the floor. Every punch hurt him, not just physically, but emotionally as well. It
made him feel like the whole world was against him, every punch scarred him for life. He was
scared and lonely, and had nobody to talk to. Nobody knew what he was feeling, he thought. He
stumbled into school, embarrassed as everyone stared at his bloody mouth and black eye.
Hesitantly, he knocked on the boring brown door that led to the headmaster’s office.
`Come in,’ yelled the headmaster, annoyed that he’d been disturbed. Then he saw George’s poor
ruined face.
`What’s happened?,’ he asked.
`It was Bob, Bill, Brendan and Bouncer. They beat me up this morning, sir’.
`I will have a word with the George and then they will be expelled for abuse’, said the headmaster
kindly.
Then the next day George walked to school wearily, in case the bullies came back to teach him a
lesson that he would never forgot. They didn’t and it gave George the chance to actually walk to
school and enjoy the wonderful birds tweeting and the sun shining on him.
PHOEBE HAIR
S is for SADNESS
As Diego sat on his bed thinking of the horrible and sad day ahead, he told his Mum and Dad he
was ill, hoping he didn’t have to go to school.
While his Mum and Dad were arguing, he strolled onto the school bus, full of sadness. Suarez and
his mates sat at the back of the bus humiliating Diego. They called him names and laughed in his
face.
`Where’s your Mummy, four eyes?, and threw his glasses on the floor.
Then they arrived at school. Diego hated these times – 10.20, 12.00 and 2.30. They were the times
of playtime. This filled his head with sadness. It was 10.19 and Diego looked back and Suarez gave
him a dirty smile. The bell went and Suarez stood up slowly and said: `You don’t want to miss the
show with me and Diego do you?’
Suarez and his mates started throwing mud at him. Once again sadness consumed him. Then Diego
said: `I’m telling.’
Diego sprinted towards the teacher and told her everything that had happened. The teacher spoke to
the bullies and helped stop the bullying. Diego never got bullied again, so always tell a responsible
adult. Don’t be sad, be happy.
WILLIAM SHIELDS and GEORGE THOMPSON
T is for TOILETS
DAILY NEWS - BOY SUFFERING FROM STOMACH PAINS
A gang of sixteen-year-old teenagers harassed a young boy called Brayden in the toilets at
Eganville Community College. The five waited for the boy to arrive, then beat him up and called
him names. After time and time again of this terrible bullying affecting Brayden, he finally told his
parents. The headmaster was informed and this resulted in the bullies being expelled.
Fourteen-year-old Brayden was scared of entering the school toilets because of older bullies.
Threatened and blackmailed Brayden was getting very scared and refused to go into the toilets,
causing severe stomach pains and body cramps all over, and every day.
Unbeknown to the bullies, they were being watched. It is reported that the violence was stopped by
a bystander. The school has now introduced a successful anti-bullying policy and the toilets are
patrolled daily by ambassadors.
POPPY EGAN
U is for UNKIND
Dear Diary,
I have had the worst day at school. As soon as I stepped onto the bus Kevin and Martin kept teasing
me.
`Where did you get them clothes from? A charity shop?,’ muttered Kevin aggressively. That really
hurt my feelings.
Sometimes Kevin and Martin bully me in class. They write unkind things on the board, and the
teacher is too busy playing Candy Crush on her phone. Luckily when I go into the girls’ toilets they
can’t get me.
At the end of the day they keep texting me unkind messages on my phone. When I got some
messages I showed them to Miss Scott and she gasped in horror: ~ I will sort this out straight away.’
So Miss Scott called Kevin and Martin’s parents.
MIKAELA ASHCROFT
V is for VERBAL
Ben wearily dragged himself onto the moving hell aka the bus. He sat down on a well worn seat.
Andy and his friends sauntered over and asked him how his pet fish was doing, for he had died days
ago. Then the bus slowed to a stop.
`Looks like someone’s going to be late,’ Andy sneered.
`Please don’t hurt me,’ whispered Ben in a barely audible voice.
As Andy and his gang bore down on him they screamed insults down his ear. Ben bolted for the
open door. What he lacked in size he more than made up for in speed. He leaped over the school
gate and ran in for his first lesson, away from Andy for the morning. But when it got to the
afternoon he felt deflated.
Ben ran up to his room, when his Mum wasn’t back. He bolted the door and wept until he had
bloodshot eyes. And then he lied to his Mum that he had hurt his leg on his bed.
After a painful month of bullying that had got worse and worse, Ben gave into his worry and
mustered up the courage to tell his Mum. His Mother was so devastated she stormed over to Andy’s
house and talked to his Mother. It turned out that the bully was jealous of Ben because he had
everything that Andy wanted. So he told his gang that Ben had teased him and his gang bullied him.
So Ben sent Andy a letter…
Dear Andy,
I would like it very uch if you could think twice before screaming insults down y ear. You don’t
know how much emotional pain you are causing me. My time on the bus is a living nightmare. I
would appreciate it if you and your gang would leave me alone so I can live out my life carefree and
happy, and enjoy my life as a normal person not a victim of bullying,
Yours truthfully,
Ben
FREDDIE COULTER
W is for WASTE
Depressed and alone, Ben lay helpless in the cold metal. Closing his eyes, he tried to remember a
happier time.
`Ben? My goodness! Ben?’
Immediately Ben recognised the voice of his geography teacher. Softly and carefully she lifted him
from the bin. Feeling safe with his teacher, Ben spitted out the story.
`I feel rubbish’, he sobbed.
Together they went to find the bullies. Happy that he had told someone, he found the courage to
confront the bullies. Telling them how sad he felt and how he struggled to fall asleep at night, he
saw the kindness return to the bullies’ eyes. They realised now how much time they had spent
making Ben feel so depressed and alone, they could have been his friends. Now they don’t waste
their time bullying.
ASHLEY STRAKER
X is for eXTERMINATE
O.k. so we cheated a little bit here. But if you know how to make x-ray, xenon or xylophone
relevant to anti-bullying then you’re a better person that me!
Bullying should be exterminated. Bullies are stopping poor innocent children from going to school,
the park and many more places where kids should be able to go freely. Sadly children are teased for
the silliest of things. Not only at school or in the streets, it’s online, on Facebook, Twitter and social
mediea
Personally I believe all bullying needs to be stopped urgently. Help anti-bullying and help us
exterminate it all. It’s making children stay in a cocoon of sadness and not able to face their daily
lives. That’s why it needs to stop.
LAUREN HILL
Y is for YOUNGER
Dear Childline,
I am a lot younger than the boys who bully me. It is a treacherous time and nobody else understands
my emotional pain, it’s like a dagger to my heart. I need Childline support and advice. My life has
been turned into a nightmare and all the bullies do is tear it even further, They tease, punch, kick
and laugh at me. I am covered in bumps, cuts and bruises.
And the reply….
Dear Anna,
Bullying is a hard time but you will get through it. Speak to a responsible adult and they will sort
your treacherous problems. Even though the bullies are a lot older they may be jealous and may be
experiencing problems of their own. Bullying is an extremely complex thing. I hope your situation
improves and you find the support you need. Remember that this is a problem that can be fixed and
that you are not alone. . Don’t hesitate to contact Childline again should you need to
ANNA POTTAGE
Z is for ZERO TOLERANCE
Dear Charles,
I know you won’t listen but it’s worth a shot. I want to make you see what you’ve done to my life.
I’ve felt troubled by your language and have felt broken inside.
I wish you would stop torturing me with your fists. The pain stings like fire in my heart and
scorching bruises last for weeks. My bones feel like they’re crumbling. Now I hope you understand
the emotional impact on me.
Now please! Leave me to live my life, not dread it,
BAILEY TOYNBEE