Division versus Cohesion
He tripped over his feet making his books fly everywhere. It was the seventh time he had been purposely pushed just that day. “Watch out, what are you? Dumbo?” The other boy laughed. “Excuse me? You did not just say that to him,” replied a girl standing a few feet away. She bent down and picked up a few of his books. Others did the same. “He is perfectly fine just the way he is. Why do you insist on bullying him?” she asked. She helped the boy up and handed him his books. “Come on. Let’s get to class,” she advised.
