When I see Patrick getting bullied, I feel my chest tighten with anger. I hate watching someone hurt my friend and laugh about it. Before I can even think, I step in to defend him. I’m scared, but I know I can’t just stand there and do nothing. Fighting back makes my heart race, but it also makes me feel strong. I realize how much Patrick means to me in that moment. Protecting him feels more important than being afraid. After it’s over, I understand that friendship matters more than staying quiet.













