The Boy Put on The Spot Hunter Brady Per.5

A student of Hillcrest Jr. High was being picked on by a horde of people, so I stepped in to cease and desist. The bullies happened to be making fun of him because of some regretable things that he had done in the past. They were my friends. They were screaming names and cackling at him. I asked them how they would feel if they were thrown into his shoes. They wittingly said that it would be wierd and uncomfortable. I could sense that they were trying to be funny. I didn't let the comment soak into my soul. After a few minutes of persuasion and shmoozing I finally got them to stop and leave him at ease. They left and merrily skipped to class. Afterwards I asked how he was and he exclaimed that it was not fun being put on the spot like that. He said that he felt like a circus monkey being put infront of strange, and abnoxious animals. I have a strong disaprobation towards bullying but still see it taking place everywhere I go. I take part in it sometimes and I feel terrible evertime that I do.

The Invisible Girl #611

Here we go again, I thought hopelessly as , for what felt like the millionth time that year, the doors to the gym locker swung shut. It closed with a resounding thud, like the door to a tomb and if we were playing the regular game it would probably be my tomb. As I searched for evidence of the obvious, I prayed that my team would contain at least two of the bigger kids. After about three seconds of careful searching I found the evidence of my death, the big bag of foam balls signaling that dodge ball would be played today and per usual I would be the last one standing. Not because I was any good, but because no one ever threw a ball my way, even though I claimed the line as my territory. I could have easily sat down but to escape the ire of my teachers I would be standing, not playing, for a solid forty-ish minutes. As I stood at the line awaiting the inevitable moment when I would be alone an insight whacked me in the gut, but that could have been a dodge ball. I am the invisible girl, the insight hissed in my ear. Of course it was completely correct. No one ever noticed me in our shrinking school. Then I realized I was the last one in, I started cowering.

The Lamb #13

They gathered around him like a bunch or wolves, forming a circle of eight or nine. I knew the boy in the center of the circle, he and The Pack were friends, to a point; but the boy was small and pale, a whole grade below them.He knew the game that was about to be played he'd seen it before. He laughed trying to form a bond of friendship with his elders. For the pack, this entitled punishment.
I watched as they circled him, calling out taunts and yelling out names. The boy was not scared. He laughed with the pack, attempting to enjoy a game meant for a wolf. I knew it would not last.. How strange I thought, a lamb trying to befriend wolves.
The Pack closed in and pushed him around, bumping him from side to side. They jeered and laughed in pure enjoyment. The boy did not. He stayed solemn in silence. They bumped him from pack member to pack member, sometime even making him hit the floor. He was no longer laughing, but they did not care, they did not notice. They were too immersed in their asinine game to care. A harmless game for a wolf, this was, but the boy was not a wolf.
He was a lamb.