Hello everyone! So i have a story i need to write about an act of courage and I've completed most of it already, but I'm having a bit of trouble coming up with ideas for the next part. if you don't mind, would you kindly please read what I have so far and give me ideas on what could happen next? (The beginning was too short even though it was an act of courage but I have to make the next part an even BIGGER act of courage.)

In a small town in Eastern Texas, Sarah was walking home from school when she saw a fight that was occurring at the back of a store. Sarah had always stopped by Walmart every day after school to pick up a newspaper for her Grandfather, but she had never seen anything like this happen before. Two guys were bullying a young boy, and Sarah didn’t know what to do. The two guys looked like they were in 8th grade, while the little boy looked as if he was in 5th grade. Sarah’s heart was beating as fast as a drum. She knew this wasn’t right, however, she was questioning if she should help the boy or not. Even though she knew there might be a possibility that she could get hurt, Sarah knew she had to stand up for what was right. She ran to the boy and secured him in her arms. He started crying and hugged Sarah as she glared at the two boys. “Stop! This isn’t right! He is just a little boy and doesn’t deserve to be treated like this! I'm sure you wouldn’t like it if someone did the same to you, so don’t do it to him.” After Sarah stopped her lecture, the boys were inarticulate. “Ok sorry,” the one guy mumbled under his breath. “What did you say?” the little boy asked innocently while wiping his tears. “I said sorry,” the guy said. “Now can we leave?” he asked Sarah. “Not until your other friend apologizes,” Sarah said with confidence. “I’m really sorry kiddo,” the other guy said. “I’m extremely disappointed in both of you. If I ever see you messing with this boy or anyone ever again, I’ll call authorities, and I’m positive you wouldn’t like that. Would you?” Sarah asked the boys. “No ma’am,” they said quickly.” After that, Sarah called the little boy’s parents and made sure to get him home safely. Sarah then walked to her house, only to find her grandfather missing. “Grandpa! Where are you?” Sarah exclaimed, hoping to hear her grandfather’s voice. Within the corner of her eye, Sarah saw her grandpa sleeping on the couch. She smiled and left the living room.
The next day, Sarah got up and went into the kitchen, where she saw her grandpa reading the newspaper she had picked up for him yesterday. “Good morning sweetie. How was school yesterday? I didn’t get a chance to ask you because I accidentally took a nap. After all, 4:30 p. m. is my nap time.” Sarah’s grandfather said with a chuckle. Sarah smiled. “My day was actually quite different than normal.” Sarah’s grandfather looked confused. “How so? You better tell me quickly because I have a bingo event I need to go to in an hour. What can I say? I’m living up to the expectations of an 78-year-old.” He said with a smirk on his face as Sarah giggled. “Very funny. Well, school was the same as always, but after school was a different story. You see, as I was picking up a newspaper from Walmart, I saw a fight occurring at the back of the store.” Sarah explained. “I’m assuming my Sarah stopped the fight.” Sarah’s grandfather said. “You guessed it!” Sarah called out. They both smiled as Sarah picked up her backpack and got her supplies. “Heard anything from Mom?” Sarah asked, hoping to get an answer. All of sudden, everything went silent. “No, only the note.” Sarah’s grandfather said. A few weeks ago, Sarah’s mom ran away and left a note saying nothing but this:
Dear family,
I’ve done everything I possibly could to financially hold this family together, but nothing seems to be working. I’m going to figure things out and will eventually come back.
Love, Mom.
Sarah and her grandfather were depressed for weeks. None of them had ever thought that she would do something like this, yet there they were, reading the note explaining what she had done. They called her multiple times, but each time, it went straight to voicemail. They called authorities, desperate to find her; all they really had was a note which wasn’t much help. Sarah and her grandfather eventually got their lives together, which prompted Sarah to apply for multiple jobs, allowing more financial support for the duo. After all, Sarah was 15 going on 16, and this was a part of becoming a young adult.