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          One day, Ryan Jefferson was writing a 

short, non-fiction story at school. He recently 

moved across the country from Washington to 

Alabama. Ryan started writing the story in his 

crummy desk. The story went like this. “6th 

Grade is not good at all; I hate it as much as 

broccoli. It’s just I don’t even know the way 

around the school and that’s not fun. I have 

no friends so far and am alone and I am mad 

about that.” 

      The next day, he continued his short story, 

“Today, I have decided I will make a friend. 

The friend might not be the best friend to 

have. Whatever it takes I am as determined as 

a squirrel to gather nuts, to make a friend.  

       Okay no one in my school is my friend, so 

I will ask Riley Jones if she is my friend.   Riley 

sometimes hangs out with me at recess.”  

     Then Ryan put his pencil down and watched 

the clock until the recess bell rang.

 At recess Ryan actually walked over to Riley 

and asked her, “Riley are we friends?”

     “Sure” Riley answered.

      Ryan responds quickly, “Okay …thanks I 

guess?”    

     After school, Ryan was 

walking home right by his 

house when a flock of bikes 

surrounded him and teased, 

“So are you and Riley love 

bugs?”

  “No we’re just friends!” Ryan 

angrily and sadly responded.  

     As soon as Ryan went back to school, he 

noticed Riley getting shoved around like a sack of 

potatoes by the lockers.   Ryan walked over with a 

random jester and Riley looked as red as a beet.  

As he walked over Riley gained confidence and 

stood up like a statue. “Stop”, Ryan demanded. The 

boys stopped and stared at Ryan. Another group of 

kids from the other hallway crowded around Riley, 

Ryan and the crowd crowded them like a pack of 

wolves, “Yeah stop!” the new crowd hollered. The 

bully boys looked around with wide eyes; mouths 

dropped open in disbelief as they slumped back to 

their homerooms.    

      Fortunately, Ryan came 

to school the next day he 

saw no one by his locker 

and no one to be seen. “It’s 

a miracle the bullying has 

stopped. It is as quiet as a 

library.   Hallelujah! ” Ryan 

whispered, “I feel regular.”  

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