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My name is Mitali, I am 6 years old.
My Grandma usually looks after me. Like the rest of my family, I’m a Hindu. Mitali is a Hindu name which means 'friend'.
Sometimes I think I’m too chubby and sometimes I don't sleep well because I worry about being bullied.
I like to show off my Indian dancing, especially at parties with my cousins.

We Help a Bully out of Trouble

Everyone says that Danny Parker is the biggest bully at our school, and the worst bully in our street. That is quite a thing to say about someone. That is quite a thing to be.

Danny Parker has picked on me since I was four, when I started at Givers Primary school. He trips me up in the street, flicks my ears from behind on the school minibus, blows bits of paper and pebbles at me, and trips me up on the football pitch.

Bullying hurts! I don’t understand how someone can find it fun to see someone else look hurt and sad? How can it make someone happy to make someone smaller than them feel smaller than they actually are?

On Saturday, I had the usual run in with Danny. I was walking to the park with Amar. As we walked past the spider web climbing frame we saw Danny on the top, throwing stones at the little children beneath. On the other side of the frame was a gang of bigger boys, including Danny’s brother Mark, laughing at Danny.

“Watch out fatso!” Danny shouted at me, throwing a rock from his pocket in my direction. I jumped back.

“Watch it skinny worm!” Amar shouted at Danny “Mitali ain’t fat, he’s just really strong. Strong enough to make you cry like a baby, Parker.”

We ran for our lives into the bushes ahead. Luckily, they didn’t even bother following us and we played football in the sun all morning. When we walked back home via the play park, a shiver of worry hit me. What if Danny and his friends were still in the park?

“What are you waiting for Mits, hurry up, we’ve got to get home.” Amar shouted turning to me. I had stopped short in my tracks looking at the play park ahead to see if the boys had gone. I couldn’t see anyone, so I ran after Amar but couldn’t help noticing Danny’s black jacket in a lump on the wooden chips on the floor.

“Look Amar,” I said, “Danny’s coat, let’s take it!” We ran over to the coat but as we got closer it suddenly started to move. Danny was rolled up in a ball inside his coat, holding his ankle tight.

“Ouch” he complained. His face was red. “Help me, Mits will ya?” he said, his eyes closed tight in pain. “Why should we help you?” Amar asked, “I am sorry Mits. Please, I can’t walk.”

Danny looked up at us, he looked really worried. I have never seen him look anything other than his usual hard, cool self, but he looked really sad, and really bad. His eyes were wide and wet. A single tear started flowing slowly down his face. I moved to one side of him, lifting him up on my shoulder.

“Help me Amar, just hook his other arm around your shoulder, it looks like he has twisted his ankle.” Amar just stood there looking at him with his hands on his hips.

“Ouch!” Danny’s face screwed up in pain as he tried to put his weight on his foot. “I promise I’ll never get at you or your cousin again.”

Amar didn’t say a word, but hooked Danny’s arm around his shoulder. We started the long walk home. We carried Danny all the way back to his house, and when he couldn’t hobble on one leg, I picked him up and carried him on my back. It was hard work but I am strong and I liked helping him out.

“My brother and his friends watched me fall off the frame. They just ran off when I fell off, but you two didn’t and you never would. I am lucky that you’re nice and that you helped me. Thank you. I am sorry for what I said Mits.”

Amar and I didn’t say anything, but as we walked away from Danny after leaving him at his front door he shouted “And you know what, Amar you’re really funny, and Mitali, you are really, really strong.”

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