I have everything, friends, family, and popularity. There's just one thing I don't have, kindness. Usually I am the one that bullies or picks on people. I want that change.
I walk down the halls laughing and talking with my five friends. Everyone is talking and laughing as well. I look around and see a boy pushed by another girl and boy. I look down, knowing that if I do anything people may not like me... I look around hoping someone else will step in. If I do something will the boy and girl fight back? If I do something will I be a victim? Then when I can't stand it any longer a run in between the bullies and the boy. I glare at the two, challenging them.
"Talk to him and push him that again and you'll have to through me," I say. The two stand there for a moment and walk away slowly. everyone is staring at me, but I don't care anymore, I look down at the boy and smile.
"Are you okay Sam?" I ask helping him up. He nods smiling.
"Thank you, Danielle," he says.
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Stand Back Up
Short StoryA small story about bullying and it's impact on others. From a first person point of view.
