It was a typical day in my elementary school, Hunting Ridge. We did the normal things that every class did reading, math, writing, and everyones favorite, recess. As the day was wrapping up, we were all getting excited to leave school and go on our fun bus rides. I loved my bus! I had really funny older kids that never failed to make me laugh, except for one, Louie. Louie was a stereotypical bully. He is like the bully you see in cartoons who is bigger then everyone and extremely intimidating to anyone younger or weaker then he is. He was very large and scary to pretty much everyone. He was a ?at out bully. There was a boy in my grade who was a little different then everyone else, Brad.

He was a very kind person who wouldn’t hurt a ?y, yet he was picked on all the time from various kids in all different grades. I don’t understand why, but to Louie he was an easy target. Louie sensed his weakness and would constantly make fun of him

We were all sitting, talking, and laughing like every other day, waiting for every kid to get on. Brad thought that Louie wasn’t on the bus that day, so he took his seat not thinking anything bad would come of it. Bad decision. Louie trudged his way up and onto the bus and from that point on, it was pure torture for Brad. Louie forcefully said,

Brad replied, “I can do whatever I want. You’re not the boss of me.”

Louie said, “Fine. I am going to sit here no matter what, so you can get up or I’ll just sit on you”

Brad did not respond; he stood his ground and didn’t cower down to Louie like everyone else would have. I gave Brad so much credit for ?nally standing up to Louie, but Louie was a huge bully who no one backed down and I mean NO ONE. Louie always scared me because he seemed like if you made him angry he would destroy you. That is exactly what he did to poor Brad.

Louie was not joking when he said he would sit on Brad if he didn’t move. keep in mind that this was not the regular size seat, it was the one seater who could barely ?

Louie by himself. So Louie literally sat on Brad and smushed him against the window. I felt awful but what could I do, he was two times the size of me. I thought and I thought of how I could help, but I didn’t think fast enough. Louie was now escalating his aggressiveness toward Brad. He was now starting to hit him repeatedly. Louie was cracking up at this. How the bus driver didn’t see this is beyond me, but Brad cried and pleaded for help and begged him to stop. He said he would move to another seat, but no, Louie was getting too much enjoyment out of this. Did Louie even have a conscience? How could he do that to someone who did not do anything wrong besides

Louie continued on hitting Brad over and over again. I didn’t know what to do! I felt absolutely helpless in this situation. Finally, Louie got off the bus and there were only a few people left. Brad was one of them. Right before I got off I tried to see if he was okay, but he couldn’t look me in the eye. He sat in the seat cowering and shaking from fear. Why didn’t I do more to help innocent Brad?

The next day, Louie was not there but the principle was. She asked me what happened and I told her every detail. I was not letting Louie get away with this. I told her how he smushed him against the window, and repeatedly hit him. I didn’t hold back. I wanted Louie to get what he deserved for torturing Brad. What Louie thought was “hilarious” traumatized Brad. Still to this day, I feel like I should have done more to stop
Louie from putting Brad through pure hell. What seemed like a normal day tu