Nyrah's Bully

Nyrah sat up in her bed. She stared out the window and watched the sun play hide and seek. In and out it went, between the clouds, as it rose. She sat with her tiny chin cupped in her hands. Her bony elbows dug into the top of her tiny legs.

Today was the first day of first-grade. Nyrah wasn’t too worried. She knew many of her kindergarten classmates would be in her first-grade class. Suddenly, her thoughts were interrupted by her mother calling her name.

“Nyrah! It’s time to get up.”

“I’m up, Mama,” yelled Nyrah.

She had a unique imagination. She tried to make out the different shapes the clouds formed. She thought one of the clouds looked like a city. “I’m going to name it Cloudville,” Nyrah said to herself. Immediately, she realized she had not gotten dressed. Her clothes were lying on the chair next to her bed. She had put them all together the night before, after she took a bath. She and her family had gone shopping for school clothes, supplies, and backpacks the week before, like they loved to do every year. The only thing left to do was eat, brush her teeth, and get dressed. Her hair had already been braided and hung to her shoulders with multicolored beads. Nyrah realized she wanted to be the first one in the bathroom and raced down the hallway, but her brother and sisters were already downstairs eating breakfast. She had spent too much time daydreaming, and watching the clouds play hide and seek in Cloudville, so she quickly finished what she needed to do. Afterward, she jumped down the stairs, two steps at a time, and made her way to the kitchen.

“Hurry, my little sugar cubes,” her mama said wittingly. That was her pet name for the kids. “The bus will be here soon,” she reminded them. Nyrah sat down and managed to eat a few bites of cereal and strawberry toast, and drink a glass of orange juice. She heard the sound of the bus from a distance. She, along with her brother and sisters, raced upstairs, grabbed their backpacks, and ran to the bus stop just in time to see it barreling down the road.

Suddenly, a girl who looked about six-years older than Nyrah, darted across the street and jumped in front of her big sister Rayne. Nyrah frowned but didn’t say anything. The girl was new in the neighborhood. She had moved in over the summer, and the kids never saw her until now. Nyrah wanted to know who she was. She tapped her on the shoulder, and politely asked, “What’s your name?”

”Puddin’ Tane,” the girl responded smartly. “Ask me again and I’ll tell you the same!” She stuck her tongue out and laughed. Rayne spoke up. “That’s not your name!”

“Yes it is!” the new girl shouted.

By that time, the bus had gotten to where they were, and was coming to a screeching halt. The new girl’s backpack was on the ground. Nyrah picked it up for her, but the new girl snatched it and put it on her back. Her name tag was dangling from the strap. “Brooklyn!” Nyrah said out loud. Brooklyn whirled around. “That’s Brook!” she demanded. Brook stormed up the steps and ran to the back of the bus.

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The worse thing to face in school is a bully. Nyrah, and her sister Londee, have to face this reality in their first year of elementary school. Brooklyn, a fifth grader, knows nothing else but to bully others, and Nyrah was her target. How long would she get away with it? Apparently, she didn't care. She felt that Nyrah deserved it. Would Brooklyn finally get a wake-up call and learn to be friends? Will Nyrah have to seek help? If so, from who? This heartfelt story will provide a wonderful lesson in facing bullying in school and how to handle it. Also, “Nyrah’s Bully” shows the importance of dealing with bullying before it gets out of control and what can happen when it does. Education regarding this subject should begin early, and it is essential that the entire family get involved in supporting and encouraging young ones who are victims. It is also important that the aggressor is counseled regarding his or her actions and learns to rectify the harm caused. An enlightening message for both children and parents.
Annette Bentley Smith is a writer of children’s short stories, rhyming poetry and picture books, for ages 0-4 and 5-9.