The definition of a bully is someone who uses strength or power to harm/intimidate those who are weaker. People will always come across someone like this in their lifetime. Bullies can’t seem to just mind their own business, they tend to always judge other and/or put others down. Seventh grade at Taylor Middle School was a horrible time for me. My friends and I were always put down by Josh, the bully. This was constant until one day we all decided to stand up to this bully.
The middle school in Taylor is small. There are three hallways: The first hallway is the 100s and that is where the sixth graders were usually in; the second hallway is the 200s and that is the seventh graders; the last hallway is the 300s and, of course, those are the …show more content…
I was bothered by it, but it was not as bad as before. I walked to my class in the third hallway where Josh always is. I had to admit I was kind of nervous, his looks he gave me were pretty suspicious. I glanced up at him, and when I did, I had caught him staring at me. I heart sank. I really didn’t wanna start anything, he seemed like he wanted to though. I kept walking and he passed by me. I sighed in relief. I remember thinking that he couldn’t possibly do anything to me, but I had spoke too soon. I felt someone push me, I couldn’t regain my balance so I fell. My elbow hit the ground first and I yelped. “Ahh! Oh my god” I looked up and saw Josh running past me with his group of friends. A kid helped me back up, he grabbed me by the right arm. I winced in pain, “I think I sprained or something.” I told the kid. Two other students helped me up and took me to the nurse’s office. Then from the nurse’s office I was rushed to the emergency …show more content…
Some even gave me some ‘get well soon’ cards with a bunch of names signed in it. Then Josh came up to me. “We need to talk.” He said. “No .” I refused. I started to walk away from him. He followed me. “I want to apologize.” This caught my attention. I turned back to him. “Go ahead.” I said. “I just wanted to say that I am sorry for what I did. The way I acted towards you was unnecessary. I have small anger issues. Just so you know, I am also going to ISS for a week.” He smiled at me. His apology seemed sincere. “Thank you, I forgive you.”
Since that day me and Josh have gotten along pretty well. No more bullying and my friends have never been so happy. I haven’t talked to Josh in a while, we drifted apart after 8th grade. My experience has taught me that I have to deal with a bully a different way. The way I just kind of like pushed him and thought everything was over with was
The middle school in Taylor is small. There are three hallways: The first hallway is the 100s and that is where the sixth graders were usually in; the second hallway is the 200s and that is the seventh graders; the last hallway is the 300s and, of course, those are the …show more content…
I was bothered by it, but it was not as bad as before. I walked to my class in the third hallway where Josh always is. I had to admit I was kind of nervous, his looks he gave me were pretty suspicious. I glanced up at him, and when I did, I had caught him staring at me. I heart sank. I really didn’t wanna start anything, he seemed like he wanted to though. I kept walking and he passed by me. I sighed in relief. I remember thinking that he couldn’t possibly do anything to me, but I had spoke too soon. I felt someone push me, I couldn’t regain my balance so I fell. My elbow hit the ground first and I yelped. “Ahh! Oh my god” I looked up and saw Josh running past me with his group of friends. A kid helped me back up, he grabbed me by the right arm. I winced in pain, “I think I sprained or something.” I told the kid. Two other students helped me up and took me to the nurse’s office. Then from the nurse’s office I was rushed to the emergency …show more content…
Some even gave me some ‘get well soon’ cards with a bunch of names signed in it. Then Josh came up to me. “We need to talk.” He said. “No .” I refused. I started to walk away from him. He followed me. “I want to apologize.” This caught my attention. I turned back to him. “Go ahead.” I said. “I just wanted to say that I am sorry for what I did. The way I acted towards you was unnecessary. I have small anger issues. Just so you know, I am also going to ISS for a week.” He smiled at me. His apology seemed sincere. “Thank you, I forgive you.”
Since that day me and Josh have gotten along pretty well. No more bullying and my friends have never been so happy. I haven’t talked to Josh in a while, we drifted apart after 8th grade. My experience has taught me that I have to deal with a bully a different way. The way I just kind of like pushed him and thought everything was over with was