I woke up probably around 7 am to go to school. I was in 8th grade and went to Curtis middle school. I remember it being the end of the school year. Walking around school you will always hear people talking about one people so it was common if you saw one person saying rude things to another. Most of the time if they were saying rude things about each other, they were friends. On this day I happen to go to the restroom during 6th hour. The halls were dead silent, all you could hear was my black old school vans walking across the tile floors. I went to the restroom and washed my hands and walked out but as I was leaving my friend texted me asking if I could meet her in the breeze way, I was already out of class so I figured why not. As I walked…show more content… One was angry and his face was red and he had his hand in a fist. The other guy was just standing there with a straight face not saying a word but he didn’t look sacred he just looked like he didn’t care. I didn’t stop to look obviously because that would be weird to just stare while this guy was getting yelled at but I did make some observations. For example I overheard something about a homework assignment and how he didn’t give it to him. As I kept going towards the breezeway I can still hear name calling but the further I walked the harder it was to hear them. I finally got to the breezeway and I told my friend about what I saw but we just kind of brushed it off because we didn’t care and think much of it at the moment. We finished the conversation and I headed back to class. As I was walking back to my math class I saw the guy who was getting yelled at. He looked sad and his nose was red and his eyes were glassy. I saw his ID and it was yellow which meant he was a 7th grader. I figured he was crying about what he had just gone through. I still didn’t think anything of it until I got to class and sat down to really think about what I witnessed and what I didn’t do about
