M i c h a e l
I walked into my new school, and sighed. It was only my third day, and it seemed to be okay.
I walked down the hallway, and I was confused at what I saw. There were a few guys who were in my grade picking on a younger kid.
I couldn't hear what they were saying, but I could tell it wasn't nice by the way they laughed at him, got too close, and caused tears to spill from his eyes.
He looked so helpless. It's like he was used to it by now, and he didn't care to cry anymore.
I got a little closer, and acted like I was unlocking my locker.
"No wonder your dad hits you. You're a little fag.." I heard, and I turned to look at the guys who had him cornered. His blue eyes looked so scared. I couldn't watch anymore.
"How could you say something like that?" I said after I turned and looked at them.
"First of all, never pick on someone for getting abused. That's the worst display of whatever power you think you have. Second of all, why would you try to hurt someone who's already obviously had enough? You know he's vulnerable, and now you're just taking advantage of that. You're not strong, and this doesn't make you look cool." I said, and walked over to the blonde kid, taking his hand in mine, and pulling him away from those monsters.
I led him into an empty stairwell, and he fell onto my chest. He cried, and cried, and cried all the way through first period.
"Thank you so much..." He whispered, and sat up, finally wiping all of the tears away.
"Don't thank me. Somebody should've done it a long time ago." I said, and he looked up at me.
"Why haven't you?" He asked, and I looked over at him.
"This is the first time I've seen it happen. It's only my third day." I said, and he nodded. "I'm glad you moved here then."
"How about you start walking around with me? I don't want anyone to hurt you like that again." I suggested, and he smiled, nodding quickly.
"Alright. I'll wait for you on the bench before school every morning. I get here pretty early." I told him, and he hugged me quickly.
"Thank you so much."
