DELILAH
“What’s going on over there?” I asked Junior.
He craned his neck, but we couldn’t see past the kids standing in a line. We were playing under our favorite tree on the playground, but people were making a big group by the swings.
“I don’t know. Maybe we should go see?” he said.
Together, we got up and hurried over to the swings. I pushed through the other kids until I could see what was happening. Adam Roth was standing over that quiet girl. He had some of her hair in his hand.
“I could just cut this,” he taunted her. “You still wouldn’t say anything, would you?”
The quiet girl was shaking, and I saw a tear on her cheek. My blood boiled. “Hey!” I shouted. Adam’s eyes snapped to me.
“Scamper off, Hale. This is none of your business,” he said.
“I will not! What are you d
