Truth Took Down the Bully

They thought they could mess with my brother… they were wrong They thought they

could mess with my brother... they were wrong. For three months he'd been quiet,

sad, and withdrawn - the kid who used to talk, joke,

and light up every room now barely even looked up. I noticed it every day,

and it ate me up inside. So last night, I snuck into his room while he was

asleep, and I found his diary. Page after page was filled with

everything the bully had been doing, everything the kid had endured alone. I felt my blood

boil, my hands shake - I couldn't let this continue. The next day,