One day when I was riding home from school, and then our bus stopped. A little girl was crying because some 6th graders
started to call her names. The bus driver sent her back to her seat.
The sixth graders still were picking on the little girl, so I went and
sat with her. I sat with the little girl got off the bus, and the sixth
graders didn’t say anything to her again.
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