I'm not a Bully..Really!..

The first day of school..I was called by the prinsipal..

The second I was put in detention after class for two ours..

I'm not a bully...really..

I just can't stand people hurting him...

His weak, fragile and kind.He has a heart problem.More reason I'm overly protective to him.Were friends since diaper times.There house is opposite to our house.Our parents are high school friend.After six grade I was transfered to another school because of my father's work.My grandma stay in our previous house.I started my 7th and 8th grade in the City where we transfered.All is well,..we still talk to each other daily.Though I can't visit him every weekends since the ride is two hour away I make sure I check on him daily.His always happy when he talk to me always laughing...

Not until I visited him at school his school..

Its was end of that semester.I finish all my school requirements for that year so I can take early vacation.We have an agreement that we will spend our vacation together.

So I pack my bags go to the train stop,take the two hours ride and stop in front of there school.

Its not end of the classes for some school.

Then I saw it..

Outside the school in the parking lot of the school where every student is living the school building..

One boy holding his bag..

While three other boy tossing him around in there circle while trying to grab his bag..

Everyone around them looking at them amused and laughing on his pityful state..

I can't control it! my fist tigthly close,my body is shaking..my anger..well.. my anger is my problem!