By Susan Ezon One day a girl that I wasn’t really friends with was crying. I went up to her and asked what happened. She said, “Nothing.” I knew it had to be something. I asked her again, “Please tell me, maybe I can help you?” She said, “Can you promise you won’t tell anyone? This is what she said, “Someone is bulling me and making fun of me.” The next day I saw who it was and we told her to stop, but she didn’t. We told a teacher, who told the principal and they had a meeting between her and the person that was bulling her. She said, “Wait. I need someone to be with me. The only person that really tried to help me.” That was me. The bully saw what she did wrong and now the three of us are best friends.