by Stefan Allen
I hate when big people bully people that are smaller than them. One day, when I was in school, I saw this boy crying. I went over to him to make sure he was ok. I asked, “what happened?” He said, “this boy keeps bullying me and keeps talking about my mother.” The boy said he was going to the dean. I stayed with him and was talking to him until he got to see the dean.
Ten minutes later, he came into the cafeteria. I went over to him and asked what happened. He said, “the dean is going to talk to him.” He was on the basketball team, as well as the boy that was bullying him. This guy was bullying his own teammate! The coach doesn’t like that. I made sure the kid that was getting bullied was safe, and that nobody would bully him anymore. He was a good kid who was getting good grades. He is a good basketball player, but he was small for a sixth grader.
I am hoping when he will learn to defend himself, not physically but mentally. I am glad he walked away and told a teacher instead of trying to fight back. Anybody else would’ve tried to fight. At the end of the day, he thanked me. I will always be by his side. I might not hang with him, but I’m going to be there for him.