“There’s this guy at school who’s mean,” Croia said.
“That’s what Ronan has been telling me. I’m sorry this is happening to you both.” She reached out and softly patted Croia’s cheek. “I am here with you. I will help you.”
“Me too,” Kenna said. “I will help too!” She put an arm around both Croia and Ronan. “Who is this kid?”
“He’s new this year,” Ronan said.
“He’s only been here for about two weeks,” Croia added. “He seemed okay at first. But now he just says super mean things all the time. He takes my seat without asking. He treats me like I’m stupid.”
“What do the teachers do?” Kenna asked.
“Anytime one of them has said something, he just says he’s joking.” Ronan answered.
“That’s awful.” Kenna gasped.
“Grandmother says we need to try being kind to him. See if that will help. And if not, we may just need to tell him to stop.”
“I can do that!” Croia exclaimed.
“Yeah?” Ronan looked at her and smiled. Somehow, her bravery gave him strength. “Yeah! I can too.”
“Will it work, Grandmother?” Kenna asked.
Grandmother patted Kenna’s cheek this time and grinned. It felt so nice to hear Kenna call her that. “It might.”
“And if it doesn’t?” Kenna returned.
“Well, at that point, you two may need to limit the amount of interaction you have with him. Don’t go near him at lunch or after school. Anytime you can avoid him, do. And we may need to get your Mom and Tate involved. They may need to talk with your teachers to get some extra help.”
“Oh wow!” Ronan said.
“Yeah, wow,” Croia added.
Ronan could feel the anger returning. This new kid at school just made his life a lot more complicated, filled it up with all sorts of crap that he, his sister, and possibly his mom and Tate would have to deal with. “Why is this even happening?” Instead of letting the anger feelings take over, Ronan imagined throwing the snowball up. He did feel a bit better. It seemed to be working.
“That’s hard to say,” Grandmother answered. “Most of the time people who do and say mean things like you’re describing have something else going on. Something in their world is hurting them, so they act like what you’re saying.”
“But that’s no excuse,” Kenna added. “It might be the reason they’re doing something, but it’s no excuse.”
“That’s right. And you have every right to say don’t, no, or stop.” Grandmother pulled them closer, hugging each of them in turn. “No one gets to hurt my darlings. No one.”

About the Author

Rionna Morgan is an international, best-selling novelist, poet, and recognized icon in the Web3 literary space.
Creator of The 7 Love Stories, a digital collection making literary history, her work bridges tradition and innovation, with recent features including a digital poem showcased in Paris.
As owner of Whitney Morgan Media and former Editor-in-Chief of Vagobond Magazine, Rionna empowers writers and builds vibrant communities where stories and creators are celebrated and honored.
Her writing appears with Simon & Schuster, Mythic North Press, and in features like Celtic Life International and Fortune dot com.
A sought-after speaker at NFTNYC and the Academic Web3 Conference, she lives between Montana and New York, always dreaming up new worlds

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