I heard a scream. It sounded familiar. The sound too familiar, like it came from someone I am with every day. I raced to the end of the schoolyard where I heard the scream. There I found my brother being bullied. It was the girls who make fun of everyone: the mean girls.
I quickly yelled to my best friend, Melody, for backup. Melody was always there for me. “Hey, there!’’ I said to The Mean Girls, “Stop bullying my brother!” “Or what?’’ the girls replied. As they walked off, I angrily took my brother home.
I did not know how to get revenge on them. It definitely would be hard. Their dad is the principal. I could not do something mean, or else they would tell their dad. I had to tell them something that will stick. I really needed to help my brother, because my mom died, and my dad is in the hospital, and I am the only one he has. So I came up with a plan.
Friday, I decided to go to the principal. I walked into the door and walked straight into the principal’s office. “Good afternoon principal Haney,” I said in a strong voice like Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., said in his speeches. “I need to tell you something. Your daughter and her friends have been bullying my little brother!”
“How do you know that?” The principal replied.
“I watched them, we need a change!” my voice shook.
“I don’t think so,’’ the principal replied. “Here, use this to record their voices while they… IF they bully your little brother.” He passed me a camera. I knew two things wrong with this already. I had to see my brother bullied again. And I had to watch and record while it happened.
There they were standing on the street yelling and teasing my brother. I turned on the camera and recorded. It was terrible watching my brother being bullied, but I had to wait. I needed to make a change: to put an end to the bullying. This was the only way to do it.
After five minutes, I turned off the camera, and pulled my brother to go home. “Why were you standing there not helping me’’? My brother asked. “You’ll see,” I said, “Tomorrow morning.”
The next day, as fast as possible, I went to the principal’s office with a smile on my face. To my surprise, the mean girls, and Melody were already there. “I called the girls to my office, and this girl came,” Principal Haney said. I handed him the camera. He turned it on, and it started to play.
As soon as the camera started playing, the principal was gasping in shock. After about two minutes passed, he turned it off. He looked at the girls angrily. I was happy for me. I listened to the principal yell at the girls. After that, they said “sorry.” I was happy. They stopped bothering us, and they never bothered anyone else anymore.
That incident has taught me to speak up, and do things that I do not like stop people from bullying.