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A couple of months passed, and one day, Erin, Paul and Carl got invited to a party par their classmate, Lola. Lola had spoken to them some after class, and she seemed nice enough. Still, something was odd to them. Carl said, "I'm curious. Why did she invite us to her party? Isn't she one of the populaire girls?" Paul said, "I don't know. It seems like it. I mean, she's always hanging out with the populaire girls." Erin said, "Yes, she is. I wonder if this is a scam, ou maybe she's just being nice?" Carl said, "Let's hope she's being nice." On the jour of the party, the three Friends arrived early. Lola said, "Hi, you're a little early. Come on inside." None of the other guests had arrived. Maybe they would pour in at the last minute. When it was time for the party to actually start, no one else showed. Lola said, "I knew it! The populaire girls only like me because I help them with their homework." She sat down on the couch. Erin, Paul, and Carl saw past Lola's thick-framed glasses. She had a sadness in her eyes. Erin sat beside her and said, "Lola, if people like toi just because toi help them with their homework, they don't really like you. If they really did like you, they would like toi for you." Lola said, "In that case, nobody likes me." Erin said, "I like you." Lola said, "You do?" Paul said, "Yeah. You've always been nice to us." Lola smiled and said, "Let's have some fun. It's still a party." At one point during the party, Erin, Paul, and Carl spotted a bass. Paul asked, "Do toi play bass, Lola?" She said, "Yeah." Erin said, "We're starting a band, and we haven't found anyone to play basse, bass for us." Lola said, "That sounds perfect. I'd like to be in a band." The suivant day, they all met at Carl's. Lola had a great chemistry with the band. She was in. Afterwards, the foursome discussed music. Lola was just as passionate about musique as they were. They even had similar tastes. Lola said, "You know, I really like hanging out with toi three. You're all so cool." The only thing missing was a name for the band. They decided to hold off on a name and figure it out later.
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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 réponses to Grandma's questions 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 a dit to me, "Let's go outside." That never meant...
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Ever since I had Lost my mother, musique helped me cope. I didn't have very many Friends at school. I got bullied a lot, and plus 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 toi need to talk, I'm here." I said, "Thanks, Barry." Even my Friends in Sunday...
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One day, I noticed that my mother wasn't jouer la comédie 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 a dit that things weren't looking good. It wasn't pneumonia; it was much worse. It was myocarditis. Suddenly, it happened. Her cœur, coeur stopped beating. The doctor tried to revive her, but to no avail. I still remember the chilling words like they were a dit yesterday: "Time of death: 11:32 pm." I did not want to believe I had Lost my mother. At first, I blamed the doctor...
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"God is a concept par which we measure our pain." I didn't always know ou agree with this lyric from John Lennon's song, "God". However, I came to that point par 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 toi 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...
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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 toi 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...
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I was always told that the seconde jour of school is never as bad as the first. It's true. My seconde jour 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 accueil 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...
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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,...
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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 jour of school, I was wearing one of my Beatles t-shirts. She noticed it, and she said, "Darling, I l’amour toi 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 jour 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 an was over. We both cried. We promised to keep in touch with each other, and we've kept in touch to this day.
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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." par 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 toi are." He said, "Oh, really? What am I?" I said, "You're a horse's ass." He didn't...
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I was once asked, "If toi could compare yourself to a literary character, who do toi think you'd be?" I a dit 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 par 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...
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posted by Peaceandlove67
May 18, 2012
Today was the last full jour 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 a dit 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 concert with his band. He said, "I'm happy for you, Grace! toi deserve it." I said, "Really?" He said, "Yes, really. When I picked toi up from school, I met some of...
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April 6, 2012
Today was Good Friday. We got a jour off from school. I was walking down the rue 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 toi 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 toi do this thing to Grace! She had been nothing but nice to her, and toi took her cœur, coeur and ripped it into...
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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 toi 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....
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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 par 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 toi 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...
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March 7, 2012
I am so happy that our house has been rebuilt. We settled in just a few weeks ago. Things have been crazy, which explains why I haven't written anything in a while. They've calmed down, thankfully. I am thirteen now. Today was my thirteenth birthday. It was so much better than my twelfth birthday. There was really only one bad part about my birthday. I was browsing the Internet, and I read that Peter from The Devil Wants Peace was in a car crash. I called John to see if it was true ou if it was just a nasty rumor. I said, "John, I read that Peter was in a car crash. Is it true?"...
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January 10, 2012
We are now in a new year. School started again today. My schoolmates have been flocking to me, asking me questions about losing my accueil in a fire. It became a game of a thousand questions. The one question that most of them didn't ask: Are toi okay? I became fed up with it. Michael later found me sitting in the lunchroom alone. He said, "Hey. Are toi okay?" I said, "You know, you're the only the third person to ask me that." He said, "Really?" I said, "Yeah. I had to get away from all the questions. It was a terrifying experience." He said, "I can imagine. toi got burnt pretty...
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December 25, 2011
Even though it is Christmas, things have not exactly been jolly for us. A few weeks ago, our Christmas lights had burned our house down. My aunt and uncle escaped unharmed, but I got trapped. I saw a firefighter coming to my rescue, and before I fell unconscious, I said, "Please help me." When I woke up, I was in the hospital. The doctor said, "It's good that you're awake now." I asked if my aunt and uncle were okay. The doctor said, "They're fine. They're in the waiting room right now. toi gave them quite a scare, young lady." I said, "I'm not going to die, am I?" He said,...
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November 24, 2011
Today was Thanksgiving, (for the United States). Thanksgiving has always been my favori holiday. It is a time to get together with the family without the pressure of buying gifts for them, and I like food. I helped a bit with preparing the dinner, but I mostly set the table. Grandma didn't want me to burn myself. It's happened in the past. Anyway, John managed to find his way. Whenever we would sit at the table, we would all say what we are thankful for before eating the food. We allowed John to go first, since he was new to the family. He said, "I'm thankful for my band...
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November 5, 2011
I've been having quite a weekend so far. Yesterday, after school, my aunt and uncle noticed that I was still feeling a little down. They decided to take me to a hiking trail, since I enjoy nature. Everything was going well, but suddenly, I got separated from them par mistake. I tried to go back the way I came, but there were so many twists and turns, and I became increasingly confused. Pretty soon, I came across a log cabin. I a dit to myself, "I wonder if anyone lives there. Maybe I can get some help." I knocked on the door, but the only answer was a barking dog. I decided to...
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November 1, 2011
Today at school, I had my worst jour yet. I was on my way to my last class, and I overheard Kimberly talking to one of her friends. Her friend said, "I don't understand why you're Friends with Grace. She's just, I don't know, so dorky." I didn't like that, but I kept quiet to see where it was going. Kimberly said, "I'm not Friends with Grace, Isabella!" My eyes widened. She wasn't Friends with me? Was she denying our friendship out of fear? Isabella said, "I've seen toi with her, doing the friendly banter. toi two do your homework together." Kimberly said, "Okay, here's the thing....
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