McCoy, my oldest son, had to write a story on bullying ...or should I say anti-bullying for school. I asked him if he would like to put it on here and he said he would. He is a creative writer. I am so proud of him.
One normal day at Bethel School a new kid came to the sixth grade class. When school was over he would walk to the bus and a kid named Brice would shove him and knock his books from his hands. Then when he would sit down other kids would call him names like “dumb, ugly, and stupid.” C.J., the new kid wouldn’t tell his mom because he thought it was babyish. The next day the same things happened. He didn’t know why kids didn’t like him. The kids at his old school kids liked him.
After a month of being bullied, he told his mom. She said just to ignore them and they will probably stop. He tried that but it didn’t work.
Then one day, he met a kid in the other class named Phil. Phil knew Brice and told him to stop but Brice didn’t stop. So Phil told Brice if he didn’t stop he would tell the assistant principal. Brice didn’t care though. So Phil told the assistant principal and Brice got in a lot of trouble. His mom took him to a new school. From then on Phil and CJ were best friends. Everybody liked CJ now. Nobody bullied him again.
