I don't know yet (on hold)

Chapter 11: Alexander

I feel so bad for Abigal. Being made fun of on your birthday can turn somebody's smile upside down. I know. It happened to me once. Ok. Let me start from the beginning.
It all started in second grade. I had just moved here, and of course the new kid always gets picked on. I was pushed and shoved, called names, ugh, it was horrible. Then, I was the victim. But, in third grade, everything changed. On the bus one day, a kid kept bothering me. I tried to tell him to stop, but it wouldn't work. Then, a big girl rose from her seat and said, "Quit it." She was a fifth grader, and the kid stopped right away. We became friends despite our age difference. Her name was Tracy. Tracy knew everything, whether it came to bullying or sticking up for what you know is right. She taught me everything and protected me all the time. But then she went to middle school and I had to learn to stick up for myself. I've never seen her since. She's probably forgotten about me by now.
Anyway, then Abigal came to town, and we instantly became friends. I became her Tracy, only we were the same age. And that's where we are now. I've never told Abigal about my life as a victim of bullying. Maybe I should, since it'll give her another person who's been bullied to talk to, but I think I'll lay off it. I think she should make her own choices, just like I had to do when Tracy left. I'll think about it.