Keep Fighting by Tracci Fisher (best romantic novels in english TXT) 📖

"Where are you going?" Emily cried out.

"There's another boy down the street. Stay here I'll be right back." I ran down the street and back to the trees. The boy was still there, leaning against a tree. I ran down to him. 

"Are you okay?"

He nodded. "I'll be fine." I grabbed his him and pulled him to his feet carefully. He leaned against me for support. 

"Is it over?" He asked.

I nodded. "Jason won't be bothering you anymore."

I saw a small smile come across his face. "Thank you." When we arrived back by Emily, the ambulance was already taking Jason away and the police were asking Emily questions. They saw us coming. The police came forward and helped the boy into the other ambulance. I sat down on the curb with Emily. An officer came up and asked me what happened. I told him the truth. 

"I saw Jason bullying this kid and I intervened. Jason didn't like that and he came after me and I hit him."

"You're story seems to line up with her story. You should have been more careful."

"I know." The officer guided me into the back of the ambulance with the boy. Emily stayed with me the whole time. They stitched up my hand and my forehead and gave me some ice for my bruises. They told my that the boy only had some bruising and a broken rib, that he would be fine. Jason had broken his nose and hand and had to get stitches for the lacerations on his face. The officer who questioned me told me that they had found his knife and that he had been found guilty for battery.

My parents arrived as soon as they heard I was in the emergency room. They were a bit angry that I left the house, but they were relieved when they saw that I was okay. I promised them that I wouldn't get into any more fights. The doctors made me stay over night for observation. My parents gave Emily a ride home and my sister stayed with me. In the morning, I woke up to a room full of baloons and cards. They all said "thank you." One was from Steven, the boy from the night before. Another was from Michael and another was from Emily. The rest were from kids at my school. I recognized most of the names as people that I had helped to the nurse's office. Some of the cards were from parents and siblings. My sister was still sitting in the chair by my bed.

"They all think you're a hero. I think they're right." She smiled and then turned back to the book she was reading.

In the beginning, I just wanted to make a difference and, in the end, I was a hero to the bullied kids in my area. This was the change I wanted. Sure, I didn't make a worldwide impact but some of the smallest things can set off the biggest reactions.

Publication Date: 10-11-2012

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Dedication:
To the people who helped me through school when I was bullied and to anyone who has been bullied or is being bullied, just know that you're not alone.