School was almost out and I was in my sixth period
English class. The sun was as bright as a diamond ring and the clouds
were so puffy they looked like cotton candy.
Suddenly I heard someone scream, “Leave me alone!” I saw a kid being
teased by two older kids. I felt guilty and sad for that kid because no
one in the school should be teased.
The kid was a boy, shorter than the kids he was being teased by, and he
looked a little bit overweight. His hair was brown, and he had light
skin and brown eyes. He had ripped pants, a long shirt, and dirty shoes.
His eyes seemed to be saying, “Help me.”
I didn’t want to approach the situation because I thought the two older
kids would tease the person who would stand up for the kid who was
getting teased. So, I just went back to what I was working on.
Once school was over, I searched on the Internet to find out whether
what the older kids were doing to the boy who was being teased had a
specific name. I found out that what the older kids were doing to the
younger kid was called “verbal bullying.” Verbal bullying is when a kid
gets teased or laughed at because of his or her appearance or behavior.
The next day, I went to my math class and a new boy came to the class.
The new boy was the boy that was being teased by the two older kids. The
boy had to sit next to me while we got a new place for him to sit at
because my partner in math class had gone to Denver, Colorado, for a
month. My math teacher gave us some work to do in partners. This was my
chance to help the boy and to find out more things about him and his
The boy who sat next to me was wearing a black V-Neck t-shirt with
jogger pants which were ripped from the left side. His name was Pablo;
he has hazelnut colored hair and blue eyes.
I asked him if he knew the three bullies that were teasing him the day
before. He answered that they were from his old school and they moved
here because their school was going to be rebuilt. He also said, “I got
bullied by them at my old school, too, and that the guy with the blue
shirt that bullied me yesterday is named Jose, and the other one is
Jose is a skinny guy; he looks like a thirteen year old. He’s an African
American and has brown eyes.
Michael is a skinny guy. He looks a bit younger than Jose, he has
freckles all over his face, and he has red contacts that make it look
like he hasn’t slept in a while.
Class ended and Pablo and I headed to lunch. On the way there we saw
Jose and Michael. We ran towards the cafeteria; we thought that Jose and
Michael were following us. I looked back and they weren't there. I
thought they didn’t see us, but then I realized they were behind a
student trying to hide and sneak up on us. That was when a teacher
stopped us and told us, “Stop running.”
We walked from there to the cafeteria and grabbed our lunch. We sat down
and I asked Pablo about his life and when he started to get bullied.
Pablo told me that his parents got in a lot of arguments and that was
why he had never told his parents what was happening to him at school.
He had also told me that his bullying problem started in 6th grade when
his little sister passed away. He was a really happy and smart kid, but
when his little sister died he lost it—he lost his happiness and started
to get distracted in class. That was also when his parents started to
argue all the time and didn’t bother to ask how Pablo was doing in
school. I felt really sorry for him and changed the subject. The bell
rang and we left the cafeteria.
I asked Pablo what his next class was and he told me he had science
next. I was really surprised because I had science next, too. We walked
to science class and once we got there I saw Michael and Jose. Michael
and Jose saw us and smiled at us as if they were going to do something
mean to us. We went to our seats, but Pablo had to sit by himself
because he was new at school. Pablo went to his seat, but when Pablo was
about to sit down, Michael pulled the chair and Pablo fell down. I ran
to Pablo and asked if he was okay. Luckily, he was okay, and soon class
Once school was over, I went to my house and started to think about how
Michael and Jose knew Pablo had science class. The next day I asked
Pablo if he had his schedule, and he said he had lost it and asked a
secretary if she could give him a new one. I was sure Michael and Jose
took Pablo’s schedule from his backpack. I was tired of seeing Pablo sad
and decided to tell a teacher. When school was over, I went to a teacher
I’ve known for as long as I’ve been at the school, and I told him that
my friend was being bullied. Mr. Hamilton asked me who was bullying my
friend, and I told him it was these two boys named Michael and Jose.
Mr. Hamilton is a chubby guy. He has cheeks that look like ham and
that’s why they call him “Mr. Hamilton.” He has blue eyes and
light brown hair.
Mr. Hamilton told me he was going to tell the principal about the
problem and ask him to talk to Michael and Jose so that they could
understand that verbal bullying is a way to hurt people’s feelings. I
told him that the principal should also talk to Pablo’s parents and tell
them that something was happening to their son.
I told Pablo the next day that Mr. Hamilton was going to tell the
principal that Michael and Jose were bothering him and that the
principal was going to have a talk with Pablo’s parents. Pablo told me
it wasn’t going to make a difference, but I immediately said it was
going to make a difference. That day the principal went to Pablo’s house
and talked to his parents about what was happening to their son at
school. He also said that they should pay more attention to him. Next,
the principal talked to Michael and Jose. He said that what they were
doing was wrong and that if they bothered Pablo again they were going to
The principal told me that Pablo’s parents were going to try their best
not to argue and pay attention to their son more; he also told me that
Michael and Jose were going to stop bothering Pablo. The last thing the
principal told me was that I did a very good job of telling the teachers
what was happening to my friend. I then went to Pablo and told him
everything the principal told me. From this I learned that we should
always tell a trusted adult if someone is bullying us at school.