Peaceandlove67 Club
gabung
Fanpop
New Post
Explore Fanpop
posted by Peaceandlove67
One day, I almost picked up a pair of scissors to cut myself with. My father hid the pocket pisau from me. I then saw my guitar. As I was strumming, a few words began to pop into my head. I got a notebook I wasn't using otherwise and a pen, and I wrote some words down. They were very sad, but they seemed to give me some comfort. Just then, my mother came into my bedroom and said, "Aubrey, your friends are here." I came downstairs, and my friends Chelsea, Sam, and Brian were standing at the door. I said, "Hi, guys. What brings your here?" Chelsea said, "We're going to the mall. My mother is driving us there. We're just going to hang out." I said, "Okay." My mother said, "It might be good for her to get out of the house. She could use a change of scenery." I went with my friends. At one point, we looked in a store called FYE. It had all kinds of things, including musik things. I thought that I could use something different to listen to. I had been listening to grunge bands that my father liked in his twenties in the 1990's. Although I enjoyed them, save for Nirvana, I decided I wanted something different. I looked at a Rolling Stones CD. Brian said, "Seriously, Aubrey? The Rolling Stones?" I asked, "What's wrong with them?" He said, "They're ripping off a certain Liverpool band." Sam said, "They're all right, but they're not as good as the Beatles." I titled my head. "Beatles?" I berkata curiously. Brian said, "You'd cinta them. If anda like grunge, anda like the Beatles. A lot of grungers were influenced oleh the Beatles in some ways." I said, "Cool." The only albums that were in stock were Past Masters and Abbey Road. I went with Past Masters. Brian said, "Ooh, that's a good one! It has all the best from the early years and all the best from the later years!" I said, "Okay." He said, "I'll tell anda a little secret. I was named after their manager, Brian Epstein." I laughed and said, "You were not!" He laughed and said, "Okay, anda got me!" Once at home, I listened to Past Masters. The Beatles were really great, and I could see how grunge musicians were influenced oleh the Beatles. anda see, what most people don't understand about the grunge movement is that, despite the angst-filled lyrics, these musicians were actually about peace and love, much like the bands in the British Invasion. Angst is actually anger and despair, but there is still a glimmer of hope, unlike with anxiety. That was how I had been feeling since Jim's death. After listening to the Beatles, I went for a jog. I enjoyed it, but I wished I had a companion. I thought, A dog would be the perfect jogging companion for me. I began to do research on the perfect dog for me.
posted by Peaceandlove67
I woke up to a thumping sound. I asked, "What was that?" Paul said, "I'd say it was a car door being shut. I think my parents are back." I said, "I see." I heard the front door open. I then heard a woman's voice say, "Paul, we're back. Where are you?" Paul replied, "In here, Mother." She came into the living room. When she saw me, she asked, "Who is this?" He said, "This is my friend, Erin." She said, "So, you're Erin. Paul talks about anda all the time." I said, "Good things, I hope." Paul said, "All good!" His mother smiled. She asked, "When was the last time anda had something to eat?" I said,...
continue reading...
posted by Peaceandlove67
The selanjutnya hari at 3:30, I met Grandpa at Eagle River. He said, "You wanted to see me." I said, "Yes, Grandpa, I did." He asked, "Have anda come to terms with your sins, Erin?" I said, "That's what I wanted to talk to anda about." He looked at me curiously. I continued, "You see, I don't appreciate your hypocrisy. anda claim to be a Christian. I distinctly remember membaca somewhere that the Bible says, 'Thou shalt not kill.' However, anda have murdered my father and my friend, Barry. Why, Grandpa? Why?!" Grandpa replied, "Your father was an atheist. I decided to send him straight to Hell." I said,...
continue reading...
posted by Peaceandlove67
One day, I was walking in the forest with Allie and Paul. As we were walking, I saw a truck. I said, "Quick! Hide in the bushes!" Allie said, "What? Why?" I said, "I'll explain later." We hid in the bushes until there was no sign of the truck. Paul asked, "Why were we hiding? Who was that?" I said, "My grandfather." Allie said, "Oh..." I said, "I haven't seen him in so long. I'm afraid he'll beat me again." Allie said, "I see." I said, "And anda know what he did to Barry and to my father. I don't want him to do the same thing to anda two." Paul said, "Erin..." I said, "I cinta anda too much to...
continue reading...
posted by Peaceandlove67
One day, I woke up thinking it was a Saturday. I went back to sleep, but my aunt woke me up. She said, "Erin, it's time to get up." I asked, "Why do I need to get up so early on a Saturday?" She said, "You're a hari off. It's Friday, dear." I groaned. She said, "Come on, Erin. It's not that bad." I said, "I don't have any friends. It's not worth it." She said, "Maybe today will be your lucky day." That gave me the strength to get out of bed. Later in gym class, I was bullied again. I pretended that I needed to use the restroom so that I could cry. I hid in the stall and cried. A few moments...
continue reading...
posted by Peaceandlove67
After losing my best friend, Barry, I slipped into a depression. My grandparents refused to see me. My less consistent friends turned their backs on me. The only ones there for me were my aunt and uncle, my brother, Daniel, and my cousin, Barbara Ann. I had very little, if any, self-confidence. I didn't even try to confront Grandpa again, fearing he would beat me again. The only thing that brought me any happiness was music. I still enjoyed the Beatles above all others, but I liked to explore different bands as well. I overheard someone talking about a metal band called System of a Down, so...
continue reading...
posted by Peaceandlove67
A few months passed, and I was still suspicious of Grandpa. He continued to give out hints that he probably murdered my father when I was really young. Grandma never spoke to me, unless I spoke to her. When I asked her about my father, she dodged the pertanyaan and changed the subject. Either she was involved, atau she was trying to protect Grandpa. One cold December day, I was walking in the forest with my dog. I suddenly heard someone faintly say my name. I looked over and saw Barry. He was lying in the snow, shivering. I said, "Oh, my God! Barry! What happened?!" He berkata weakly, "I was walking...
continue reading...
posted by Peaceandlove67
Despite the fact that I no longer had Christian faith, I still went to church to amuse my grandparents. I said, "I don't believe in their ways anymore." My aunt said, "I know, Erin. This is to amuse Grandma and Grandpa. It makes them happy." I said, "All right, but here's a warning. Someday, I'm going to get tired of smiling and nodding." One day, I did. Because of my opinionated jawaban to Grandma's pertanyaan in Sunday School, I got kicked out of Sunday School. When Grandpa found out, I knew I was in trouble. After lunch that Sunday, Grandpa berkata to me, "Let's go outside." That never meant...
continue reading...
posted by Peaceandlove67
Ever since I had lost my mother, musik helped me cope. I didn't have very many friends at school. I got bullied a lot, and lebih so after my mother's death. The only consistent friend I had was my best friend, Barry. He was there for me during the funeral and everything. One day, he said, "Well, it's been two months, hasn't it?" I said, "Yeah." He said, "I know it's been painful and difficult for you." I said, "Yeah, I miss my mother very much, but I'm doing okay." He said, "I can't imagine what that's like, but if anda need to talk, I'm here." I said, "Thanks, Barry." Even my friends in Sunday...
continue reading...
posted by Peaceandlove67
One day, I noticed that my mother wasn't akting right. She was very pale and seemed lethargic. She also had a terrible cough. She went to the doctor and was diagnosed with pneumonia. She was later put in the hospital. The doctor berkata that things weren't looking good. It wasn't pneumonia; it was much worse. It was myocarditis. Suddenly, it happened. Her jantung stopped beating. The doctor tried to revive her, but to no avail. I still remember the chilling words like they were berkata yesterday: "Time of death: 11:32 pm." I did not want to believe I had lost my mother. At first, I blamed the doctor...
continue reading...
posted by Peaceandlove67
"God is a concept oleh which we measure our pain." I didn't always know atau agree with this lyric from John Lennon's song, "God". However, I came to that point oleh the time I was twenty years old. I am one of the dissenters in the Bible Belt, but I wasn't always a, I guess anda could say, rebel. When I was much younger, things were different, but seeing hypocrisy and hatred from Christians and unfortunate circumstances in my life changed everything. This is my story. I was born in 1996. Growing up in the Bible Belt, I was raised a Christian, particularly, a Baptist. I grew up without a father, but...
continue reading...
I was beginning to lose hope in the idea of finding a friend. One day, something amazing happened. I saw that I was getting new neighbors. I saw a kid there who appeared to be around my age. I decided to go over and talk to him. I said, "Hi, I'm Winter. It's nice to meet you." He said, "Hi, Winter. I'm George. It's nice to meet you, too." I noticed he had a bit of an accent. I said, "That's a nice accent anda have there." He said, "Thank you. I'm from Liverpool, England." I said, "Like the Beatles?!" He said, "Yes." Another Beatles fan! I knew we would get along! I talked with him for a little...
continue reading...
I was always told that the detik hari of school is never as bad as the first. It's true. My detik hari of school wasn't as bad as the first. It was worse. One of the bullies poured some water on the floor just to watch me fall. I wasn't hurt, not physically anyway. What did I do to deserve that? I don't know. When I was walking to the bus, some of the other kids threw rocks at me. It really hurt. I came halaman awal crying. I had some cuts and bruises, but I was okay physically. Emotionally, I was the opposite. My aunt said, "Winter, try to see the good side. You're not hurt too badly. I'm sure you'll...
continue reading...
Moving to Tennessee was bittersweet for me. I was closer to family members, but it was also a big adjustment. I lived in Illinois for the first twelve years of my life. When I started school, I tried to make some friends. A group of kids invited me to sit with them during lunch. "Hooray! New friends!" I thought to myself. I introduced myself. I talked about being from Illinois. To my surprise, they did not make fun of my accent. One of them explained, "You have that there Midwestern accent. It's the accent that doesn't offend nobody. That's why most of them newscasters are Midwestern." I said,...
continue reading...
When I had entered the fifth grade, I was dreading it. I had heard rumors that the teacher was really mean. When I met her before school started, she seemed really nice. On the first hari of school, I was wearing one of my Beatles t-shirts. She noticed it, and she said, "Darling, I cinta anda already!" I said, "Okay, then." She would take up for me all the time. The other kids often called me glasses. She heard them and said, "She has a name, guys. Her name is not glasses. It's Winter." There was one hari when another girl kept picking on me. I finally had enough and said, "I might look sweet and innocent, but that shit is for suckers, and I'm no lollipop." I looked at the teacher. She winked and said, "I heard nothing." I would have had her for the sixth grade, too, but unfortunately, I moved to Tennessee as soon as the school tahun was over. We both cried. We promised to keep in touch with each other, and we've kept in touch to this day.
posted by Peaceandlove67
When I got a little older, the mean nicknames started to fly. In the third grade, I got called chicken legs a lot. I don't know why. Chickens don't have long legs like mine, the last time I checked. Every time I'd walk through the hallways, someone would shout, "There goes chicken legs." I would remind them, "My name is not chicken legs. It's Winter." oleh the time spring came, I was so tired of being called chicken legs. One day, one of my classmates said, "Hey, chicken legs!" I said, "That's better than what anda are." He said, "Oh, really? What am I?" I said, "You're a horse's ass." He didn't...
continue reading...
posted by Peaceandlove67
I was once asked, "If anda could compare yourself to a literary character, who do anda think you'd be?" I berkata that I see myself as the Ugly Duckling. I started out as a complete outcast, and I blossomed into a beautiful swan. This is a metaphor, of course. This is how my story goes. I was raised oleh my aunt and uncle. I never really knew my parents, as I lost them at a young age. I was lucky that they took me in. If not for them, I would have been dumped in a orphanage. I knew that they loved me, but getting everyone else to like me was harder. The other kids picked on me all the time. I don't...
continue reading...
posted by Peaceandlove67
May 18, 2012
Today was the last full hari of school. We had our annual awards ceremony today. Some of my friends got awards for highest average in certain subjects. I didn't expect to get one. I wouldn't have minded if I didn't. But I did! I got the Model Citizen Award. Apparently, many of my fellow students berkata some good things about me. After school, I told John about it. He wanted to come, but he was out of town preparing for a konser with his band. He said, "I'm happy for you, Grace! anda deserve it." I said, "Really?" He said, "Yes, really. When I picked anda up from school, I met some of...
continue reading...
posted by Peaceandlove67
April 6, 2012
Today was Good Friday. We got a hari off from school. I was walking down the jalan, street with John, and I saw Kimberly, the girl who betrayed me. I kept my head down, hoping she wouldn't notice me, but she did. She said, "Hey, Grace!" I said, "Hey, Judas!" John said, "Oh, so, that's the girl who stabbed anda in the back." I nodded. She said, "You're not still sore at me, are you, Grace?" I said, "I forgive, but I never forget." Suddenly, John stuck it to her. He said, "How dare anda do this thing to Grace! She had been nothing but nice to her, and anda took her jantung and ripped it into...
continue reading...
posted by Peaceandlove67
March 12, 2012
I'm all better now. I can speak clearly. I am caught up with my school work. I talked with John today. He said, "I'm glad you're feeling better. I'm actually sick myself." I said, "Oh, no! What's wrong?" He said, "It's just a cold. I'm sure I'll be fine in a few days." I said, "I hope anda feel better." He said, "Thank you. The worst part is not being able to go to the recording studio with my mates. I hate that I can't do that. They told me that they won't go if I don't. I said, 'No, it's fine. I'll introduce my songs when I come back.' Allen said, 'Take care of yourself, John....
continue reading...
posted by Peaceandlove67
March 11, 2012
I am sick again. This time, I have laryngitis. I cannot talk at all. I can only communicate through text messages. John came oleh the house. My aunt told him that I was sick. He came into my bedroom. I was excited to see him, and I tried to talk with him, but I couldn't get any words out. He said, "You don't have to talk, Grace. Just listen." I sat up. He said, "I brought anda a little present." He reached in his bag and handed me a teddy bear. He said, "My grandmother made if for me when I was five years old." I texted, "John, I can't take this. It's something your grandmother made...
continue reading...