I brought the boy some old clothes the next day. I had felt really good for defending and helping someone in need and thought that he would be grateful like Adam had been, but he wasn't. He took the clothes and walked off. I worried that he might've thought I'd been mocking him too.
This is for you!
I found myself in the library later on, and I heard a girl in the back crying. I had begun to ask her what was wrong when I realized that she was one of the bullies who had picked on Adam and that other kid. My anger got the best of me and instead of helping her I simply stormed outside.
What if they're a bad person?
Charlie chose that moment to call me. I was so unsure about how I'd just acted and decided to ask Charlie how he'd have reacted if he saw someone in need and that someone also happened to be a pretty horrible person. Of course, Charlie said he didn't think it mattered who it was. If they needed help he'd help them. I figured he was right and, now much calmer, went looking for the girl.
Eventually, I found the girl. Along with the kid who always dresses in rags and the other bullies. It had looked like the bullies had been pushing them around pretty roughly, so I told them to cut it out.
I ended up in the hospital for a minor concussion. But don't worry, my story's got a happy ending. While I was stuck in the hospital, the girl and rags kid that I'd defended came to visit me.
Um... It didn't end very well.
They had come to thank me! Finally! They also asked why I'd helped them. After all, I didn't even know their names. We'd never spoken before and I'd gotten myself into so much trouble for them. What reason did I have to get so involved?
I told them what Charlie had taught me: A true hero doesn't need any reason to help others. You should always want to do what's right.