Perspective homework

Dear Diary,

Today, I witnessed a fight. Well, I wouldn’t call it a fight since Ben wasn’t even given a chance to fight back. I was walking home with Jenny like I did everyday. When we were 5 blocks away from my house, we saw Charlie and Greg beating Ben. At first, they were just crouched over Ben who was lying on the floor so I thought Ben was in trouble and the were trying to help. As I looked closer, I realized that Ben was being beat up by Charlie and Greg. It wasn’t fair at all. Charlie and Greg were bigger and Charlie was captain of the football team. Poor Ben was being trashed. I had only been standing there for about a minute but I could already see bruises. I stood rooted to the ground, horrified. Charlie and Greg had no reason to beast up Ben. He hadn’t done anything bad to them or hurt them. I glanced at Jenny, she had mirrored my expression exactly. She had the same horrified and shocked looked that I had. Charlie and Greg were just hitting him, as if he was a toy. They were such jerks to beat up Ben. Soon, Jenny intervened. She stopped Charlie and Greg as I helped Ben to his feet. I asked him if he was okay and he just shrugged. When I looked up, Charlie and Greg were gone and Jenny was standing beside me. There were other people just watching us, but none of them even bothered to see if Ben was all right. Right now, as I think back, I wonder why I didn’t stop the fight. Was it because I was too scared? Or was it because I didn’t want to be in any part of it? I feel so disgusted by what I did. Or what I didn’t do. I could’ve helped him. I should’ve helped him. But I didn’t.