Chapter 9

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So it's been a month that I have been attending in my new school and I really like it. Everyone I meet, even my friends, are very friendly. Honestly speaking, I am really friendly. When there's a problem, I will always be there for them, no matter what. Even I don't give the best advices, I am trying my best to solve their problem.

Today, I was sitting on our usual table. Our topic? Nothing much. Just about some homeworks or projects. Which was, I don't know, boring? Then we fell silent.

Just then, a girl who has short, curly brown hair passed by on the popular table which the ships were usally sitting. They said something to her but I can't hear it. She just looked down on her food and walked away without another word. I tried to be very observant on every move that she takes.

Next, she passed on the table of the bullies. Smirks were on their faces when they saw her. The girl at the edge of their table stuck a foot out on the way that girl is going. She didn't see that one and she tripped over with her food on face. She sobbed really hard. Then they bursted out laughing and pointing at the girl.

I have to help her! But first, I think really hard for my consequences. Maybe when I go speak up for her, maybe they will do something to me or worse!

I stood up from our table and walk towards them. "Are you okay? What did they do to you," I asked, comforting her. She didn't say a thing. She just continued crying.

I turned to the bullies' table. They looked like in the same grade like me. "What did you do to her?" I asked her in a serious tone.

"None of your business," she angrily told me.

"So if it's none of my business, well, I'm going to report to the prefect of discipline, then. Do you want that?" I challenged them.

"No, no! Please! Don't do that!" she pleaded. I can't believe it! First, there was a satisfied smirk on her face. Now, she has puppy eyes. Really?

"So explain why did you let her trip on your foot!" I demanded.

"That girl doesn't belong here!" another bully argued with me. "She's an embarrassment! And you are just new here! You can't stand up for someone just like that!"

I can't believe my ears! They all gasped. So that is why they're silent! Everyone was watching and listening us! Even at the popular table and my friends! Especially Pheme the gossip! I think she has nothing to gossip about since almost every student of the academy is here!

Anyway, I continued, "Doesn't mean that I'm new, doesn't mean I can't make a difference. I know I'm younger than you but you can't just say that to this poor girl."

I turned to everyone who is listening. "And to everyone who is listening to me, do you have any initiative to help her? This is also one reason why we are sent to school. To be good persons of tomorrow. So if you agree with me, just don't speak."

They did not speak. Not a sound. Even the bullies! Wow! That was a blast. My parents said that I was gifted to speak out for others. I don't know how or where they got it but I was born with it. So anyway, I sighed, reached down to help her up, fix her mess and said, "Here, let me help you. And maybe I can spare you some food you might eat."

She told me, "Thank you. You're very kind."

I smiled to her and she smiled back. I guided her towards our table. Since the cafeteria is a bit noisy now, I think they are talking about the "incident" that happened. Then someone called me. It was one of the bullies! What do they want now? From me?

"Hey," she started. " We just wanted to say that we're sorry and thank you. What you told us can may be used in the future. I think you are really good at advising people. That's a nice one."

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