From the Publisher
"A useful and insightful text for victims and carers alike, to deal with a long underestimated problem. Should be stocked in all school libraries."
"This book is a much-needed anthology. There are not a lot of books out there written by teens, for teens, about bullyingespecially including the perspective of the bully and the bystander. I would recommend this book to really any teen that I know, whether they suffer from bullying or not. I would also recommend this book to anyone who works with teens for a living, such as youth pastors, high school teachers, therapists, etc. Overall, I am glad that I read it."
April Thorwardson, Social Worker
"Bullying Under Attack should be required reading in schools everywhere. This should be the book discussed in English class, read during assemblies, carried in every backpack, and available on library shelves. This is an excellent book with the power to influence its readers and maybe, just maybe erase some of the hatred from this world."
"I really wish a book like this had have been available when I was going through my years of torment. But I am happy that it is available now...I would highly recommend this book to everyone."
Sarah Quick, Stay-at-home Mom
"A timely and powerful book. I ordered copies for the library and hope that they will reach readers that can benefit from its message."
Laura Rancani, Librarian
"Certainly, this is the most important young adult and children's book I've read in my entire life."
Devorah Bennu, Blogger for the Guardian
"This book is a must read for everyone, and is one that is currently being added to the library collection."
Sara Thompson, Librarian
"For almost a quarter of a century, Teen Ink has been encouraging young people to write and then has published those pieces. These heartfelt essays and poems explore the issues faced by teenagers today. I applaud their efforts because they not only help young people deal with their own lives but also encourage the budding authors of the next generation."
Anita Silvey, creator of Children's Book-a-Day Almanac
VOYA, February 2014 (Vol. 36, No. 6) - C.J. Bott
Eighty teens shared their stories about the pain of being bullied, the guilt of witnessing and staying silent, the shame of realizing how they hurt so many for selfish reasons. Their stories make for a powerful and intense book that cannot possibly be read in one sitting. These stories speak what truly needs to be heard. Here are some of the teen contributors’ words: “The bullying didn’t happen because I was being singled out, and that’s the most damaging part about it. I was interchangeable with all the other invisible kids.” “Desperate to find a way to deal with the bullying, I decided to become a bully myself.” “ . . . as I picked up my papers, I saw that someone had written on them in big, red letters, ‘If you come to school tomorrow, I will go to your house and kill you.’ ‘I will choke you in your sleep.’” “It is the subtle form of bullying that empowers people to commit hate crimes.” And it goes on, in many powerful statements that readers need to read, and all people need to hear. Along with these stories, the book includes a forward by John Halligan whose son Ryan committed suicide because of harassment; a preface by Lee Hirsch, the writer and director of the film Bully; an introduction by the founders of Teen Ink and Teenink.com, Stephanie H. Meyer and John Meyer; bullying resources; and information on each of the story contributors. Reviewer: C.J. Bott; Ages 12 to 18.
Read an Excerpt
Slip 'n Slide
All I could think for weeks was, How many people have seen the picture? How many have saved it to their desktops?
My story begins on a muggy day in August. My friends and I set up a Slip 'n Slide in my neighbor's backyard. After my turn down the slide, I was pulled into a group photo with two friends. Later, the picture was posted on Facebook. On that carefree summer day, I never imagined one picture could cause so much pain.
A few weeks later, at a gathering after the first football game of the year, my friends and I were reliving summer memories. Not surprisingly, the Slip 'n Slide day came up.
One of my friends asked me, 'You've seen the picture, right?'
I didn't understand the look on her face, but I knew what picture she was talking about, so I laughed and told her I had seen it.
'See, you guys? I told you she'd think it was funny!' another friend piped up.
Suddenly a queasy feeling surged in the pit of my stomach. Maybe I didn't know what they were talking about after all.
'Can I go onto Facebook quickly?' I asked a friend. I logged on and started clicking through pictures from that day. Finally, I found the one in question. Only then did I understand what the big deal was. Apparently, all the slipping and sliding had taken a toll on my swimsuit; it had definitely slipped out of place.
Heat rushed to my cheeks as I messaged the girl who originally uploaded the photo, asking her to remove it, which she did. But the damage had been done. The picture had been online for two weeks.
Before I knew it my eyes were overflowing with tears. I blindly rushed upstairs and locked myself in a bedroom. I called the only two people I knew who could make me feel better. They managed to calm me down a little, but I was still mortified. These girls who were supposed to be my friends had failed to tell me that I was exposed in the picture. Even worse, they had laughed about it behind my back. Unfortunately, that was only the start of a chain of awful events.
A few days later, a small misunderstanding happened between the girl I thought was my best friend and me. Later, when I logged onto Facebook, I found my wall filled with nasty comments from almost every one of our mutual friends. Even girls who had no knowledge of the details of the misunderstanding were taking part. Horrified, I clicked 'Report Abuse' on every insulting post.
The next day at school, I tried to hold my head high as the girls walked by me and muttered 'slut' and 'whore' under their breath. I tried to talk to the creator of the drama and resolve our differences, but she didn't want to make up.
Those girls told me that I was worthless and that even before the fight they'd had sleepovers solely for the purpose of making fun of me and that picture. I was at a loss for what to do. One night I slept over at the house of the only friend I had left. The next morning I woke up to dozens of text messages from kids in other towns who the girls from my school had rallied against me.
Finally, after weeks and weeks of relentless torment, I cracked. I remember it distinctly: I was at an eye appointment, waiting for the doctor. My mom was there, playing on her phone. My own phone buzzed with a notificationyet another post on my Facebook wall.
This one was no worse than the others, but I was so drained
emotionally that I broke down in tears. Of course, at that point my mom got involved, which meant that the other girls' parents were notified. I wasn't happy that all the adults got entangled in the mess, but ultimately it was the only thing that stopped the cyberbullying.
©2013. Stephanie H. Meyer and John Meyer. All rights reserved. Reprinted from Bullying Under Attack: True Stories Written by Teen Victims, Bullies and Bystanders. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system or transmitted in any form or by any means, without the written permission of the publisher. Publisher: Health Communications, Inc., 3201 SW 15th Street, Deerfield Beach, FL 33442.