8 years old, during my second grade year, I was very nice person. Every year and every semester i always ended up being on the honor roll. I had everything at school that’ll make me happy. The only thing that I was actually missing, was having a friend. I always helped whoever asked for it or whoever i felt needed the help but was to scared to ask. That was it though, no real friendship, just associates.
Everyday I felt alone until good news flooded my ears. I couldn’t believe what I heard. when i was in pre-school, I attended a summer camp well known as Tall Turf Ministries. In my cabin were Ahmad, junior, jose and conor. Of Course I got along with everybody. We played laughed, had some serious moments. It seemed though that nobody else had …show more content…
We were like brothers. But when camp ended, I was sad. I thought to myself that i would never see him again until now. He has transferred to my school. As he came back to my memory, he helped me establish new friends along with him. We stayed by each other all the time and helped each other when needed.
During recess one day, I couldn’t find Jose anywhere. Out of the blue, jose comes running towards me crying, nosebleeding. I asked what was wrong, he told me while he was washing his hands in the school bathroom after lunch, some guy and two others came up to and start punching him and pushing him onto the floor. I immediately got furious and told him I’ll handle this. I look at him as a little brother. During recess the next day, I was mad all morning all because I knew my friend was being bullied. I walked straight to cory and strictly told him “ Leave my brother alone!” “... and if I don’t?” He ran straight to Jose and hit him in his back and made his knee start bleeding. I lost control… I tackled Cory and started hitting him. The security guards pulled me off of him, they weren’t strong enough to pull me. I ended up letting go and accepted the
Everyday I felt alone until good news flooded my ears. I couldn’t believe what I heard. when i was in pre-school, I attended a summer camp well known as Tall Turf Ministries. In my cabin were Ahmad, junior, jose and conor. Of Course I got along with everybody. We played laughed, had some serious moments. It seemed though that nobody else had …show more content…
We were like brothers. But when camp ended, I was sad. I thought to myself that i would never see him again until now. He has transferred to my school. As he came back to my memory, he helped me establish new friends along with him. We stayed by each other all the time and helped each other when needed.
During recess one day, I couldn’t find Jose anywhere. Out of the blue, jose comes running towards me crying, nosebleeding. I asked what was wrong, he told me while he was washing his hands in the school bathroom after lunch, some guy and two others came up to and start punching him and pushing him onto the floor. I immediately got furious and told him I’ll handle this. I look at him as a little brother. During recess the next day, I was mad all morning all because I knew my friend was being bullied. I walked straight to cory and strictly told him “ Leave my brother alone!” “... and if I don’t?” He ran straight to Jose and hit him in his back and made his knee start bleeding. I lost control… I tackled Cory and started hitting him. The security guards pulled me off of him, they weren’t strong enough to pull me. I ended up letting go and accepted the