Don’t Be A Bully
I brought my new tumbler to school. It’s purple, my favorite color. As soon as I entered the classroom, my classmates’ eyes were glued on it. Some looked happy, but some looked angry. Rhea even rolled her eyes at me when our gazes met.
During recess, Joana came to me asking for water. “Sure, give me your water bottle so I can pour some in it.” I agreed, but she flipped her hair and said, “Never mind.” She didn’t look happy when she left.
I was on my way back from the restroom when I passed by Rica saying to Jill “Don’t go home with Shaine or I will not be friends with you anymore.” I wanted to go back and confront Rica but our next subject teacher was already giving instructions.
Before class dismissal, a note came from Jill saying she couldn’t go home with me because she had to go somewhere with her mother. How could she lie to me like that? I knew it was because of Rica’s threat.
I walked home alone that day. Just before the last corner before my house, I saw a boy running in tears. He glanced back from time to time. He looked scared as if someone was chasing him. I stopped to watch where he was going. A few seconds later, a group of big boys holding some stones appeared. It looked like they would throw them at the boy. Instinctively, I hid behind the plants and continued to watch quietly.
The boy must have also hidden himself well because the big boys went their separate ways and left the stones behind.
I continued walking home when I heard my cousin speaking in a very loud voice “You are so dumb. How can you not tell the difference between CAT and ACT? You can’t spell, that’s why. And you always get zero in quizzes. You are just so stupid.” She was talking to her younger brother who was sitting on the floor, holding a pen and a piece of paper.
Why is everyone so harsh today? I thought to myself.
When I reached home, my parents were in the living room together with Kuya Kim. Mama was talking to him with a very serious face. “That is still bullying, Kim and I don’t want you doing that.”
Kuya Kim tried to reason out, but my parents wouldn’t have it. “There are at least three kinds of bullies.
The ones who influence others not to befriend certain people, those who say bad things towards someone and those who physically hit other people. Without you knowing, you have become at least one of those and it has to stop,” Papa said angrily.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize what I have done. I won’t do it again. I don’t want to be a bully.” Kuya Kim promised.