I had moved to Iowa in middle school in the 6th grade. I found myself sharing a locker with one of the new kids named Riley. We were good friends at first for the first semester, and then some of the students started calling him names. Even one teacher stated for him not to "run in the halls, because he might lose weight." He became a very mean person and eventually threatened to bring a gun to school. My friends and I told the principal and something was done about it. Since then, the bullying on him just about ended and he ended up moving away for awhile. He returned freshmen year in high school and found out I was one of the people who told the principal about his threat. I explained to him that it was for everyone's safety and that I didn't mean to cause any trouble or make him feel bad. I apologized to him for the things that everybody said and for making myself distant from him. I didn't bully him, but I didn't defend him, either. I should have been one of the people to stand up for him. Today, I am friends with him on Facebook, and he seems like he is doing alright in life. I still regret not being one of the people to stand up and defend him.