The Bad Bully

  It was a rainy and windy day. Dina was getting ready for the first day of her new school. She was bouncing up and down, but also clinging to the ground. What if her schoolmates made fun of her? What if she won’t make any friends? What if- ! She didn’t get a chance to finish her thought. Her mom was calling her for breakfast. But she could not go just yet. She had to check her mail on the family computer. As she walked to the dark-wood desk, she felt a trail of panic rush through her. Was something wrong? She could not understand.

 

      As the words appeared on the screen, she saw that she had a new message from someone who was not from her contacts circle. Huh? She felt the trail of panic come back. Click! went the mouse as she clicked on the message. Dina cringed as nasty and mean words spread across the screen. Who would be this mean to do such a horrible thing?

 

     Her mother called her for breakfast again, and told her to hurry up. Feeling depressed, Dina trotted to the kitchen. At the kitchen table, she ate a blueberry muffin and lazily drank some tea. Her mom looked concerned.

 

     “Are you alright?” She asked, “is anything wrong? It’s your first day, and I don’t want you going to school unhappy.”

 

      Dina didn’t answer. She quietly stood up from the table and went to get her backpack. 

 

      At school, a girl with curly black hair walked up to her. “Hey, what’s your name? Why do you look upset? Wanna be friends? By the way, my name’s Lisa!” she says, obviously excited.

 

     Dina just stared at the wondrous girl. “Uhh…” is all she could manage to say.

     The Lisa girl looked at her expectantly. 

 

     “Uh… My name is Dina and, uh… sure,” she finally said.

 

     “Okay, but why do you look so worried…?” The girl asked. 

 

     Dina’s cheeks heated up. Should she tell her what happened? What if 

Lisa would laugh? Okay, she finally decides. I will tell.

 

     And she did. “Well, I have this, uh, problem. This morning when I looked in my mail, I, uh, I saw that s-someone mailed me a nasty message.” 

 

     She stared at the ground, embarrassed.

 

  “Oh, no! C’mon, we need to show a teacher! This is serious!” Lisa said, pulling Dina by her hand.    

 

     They both walked up to a teacher and told everything. The teacher’s name wasMiss Derlin. She asked the girls to show her the message, and as they went to the library to use the computer, Lisa patted Dina’s shoulder and kept saying, “It’s good I made you tell. Now we can report the meanie!” 

 

     Dina hopped along happily. When they were at the library, Miss Derlin helped her get into her mail account. They read the mean message, and then Miss Derlin wrote down the meanie’s email and told them to go back to class; she would tell them when she found the pearson who was sending out the emails. 

 

     The next day, as soon as Dina is at school, her teacher sended her to the principal’s office.

 

     “Am I in trouble?” she gasped. 

 

     “No, no, the principal just wants to tell you something. He said you had some kind of problem?” her teacher explained.

 

     “Oh, okay. Thanks.” Dina said, and went out of the classroom.

 

      She knew what the principal was going to tell her. They were going to tell her who did it. When she was at the office, Miss Derlin was there with Lisa and the principal.

 

      “Well, we found the cyberbully. Miss Derlin, would you like to tell and show us who that is?” the principal says.

 

     Dina and Lisa watched as Miss Derlin told someone behind her back to come out. A girl came out. She was short, with black shoulder-length hair. 

 

     “This is Ross. Ross…?” Miss Derlin said. 

 

     “I did it.” she said, looking humiliated. “sorry” 

 

      The principal looked at the girl seriously. “You will need to say that to the detention teacher. Now, goodbye,” he said. “And you, miss,” he pointed at Lisa, “you did a perfect job helping the girl.”

 

      Lisa smiled a big smile that spread all the way across her face. “Thanks,”she said.

 

      Then, the girls were sent back to their classrooms.

 

      The bad bully was busted.