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The araw after I was released from the hospital, my friend, Alyssa, paid me a visit. She said, "I just heard what had happened. Are you okay?" I said, "I'm badly hurt, but the doctor sinabi I should recover." She said, "I'm glad for that. Why didn't you come to me instead of running away?" I said, "I just didn't think things through, Alyssa." She said, "Ellie, promise me you won't run away. You'll come to me instead." I smiled and said, "It's a deal!" Sometime later, Grandpa and I found the owner of the house on the other side of the forest. That kind man saved my life. The least I could do was thank him. When he saw me, he said, "Hello, Ellie. How's your leg?" I said, "It's getting better. Thank you, um, I didn't get your name." He said, "My name's Robert." I said, "Thank you, Robert. I wouldn't be alive if not for you." He said, "You're welcome. I was happy to help." I saw Robert many times since then, and he was always friendly and nice. My father began rehab, and he gradually began getting better. He still has his ups and downs, but he stopped beating me, and he became the loving man he promised to be. He still didn't like the Beatles, but he began to respect me and my mother for listening to them.

THE END
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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 araw 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...
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After losing my best friend, Barry, I slipped into a depression. My grandparents refused to see me. My less consistent mga kaibigan 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...
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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 tanong and changed the subject. Either she was involved, or 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 sinabi weakly, "I was walking...
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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 sagot to Grandma's tanong 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 sinabi to me, "Let's go outside." That never meant...
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Ever since I had Nawawala my mother, music helped me cope. I didn't have very many mga kaibigan at school. I got bullied a lot, and madami 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 you need to talk, I'm here." I said, "Thanks, Barry." Even my mga kaibigan in Sunday...
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One day, I noticed that my mother wasn't pagganap 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 sinabi that things weren't looking good. It wasn't pneumonia; it was much worse. It was myocarditis. Suddenly, it happened. Her puso stopped beating. The doctor tried to revive her, but to no avail. I still remember the chilling words like they were sinabi yesterday: "Time of death: 11:32 pm." I did not want to believe I had Nawawala my mother. At first, I blamed the doctor...
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"God is a concept sa pamamagitan ng which we measure our pain." I didn't always know or agree with this lyric from John Lennon's song, "God". However, I came to that point sa pamamagitan ng 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 you 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 you 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 segundo araw of school is never as bad as the first. It's true. My segundo araw 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 tahanan 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 araw of school, I was wearing one of my Beatles t-shirts. She noticed it, and she said, "Darling, I pag-ibig you 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 araw 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 taon 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." sa pamamagitan ng 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 you 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 you could compare yourself to a literary character, who do you think you'd be?" I sinabi 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 sa pamamagitan ng my aunt and uncle. I never really knew my parents, as I Nawawala 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 araw of school. We had our annual awards ceremony today. Some of my mga kaibigan 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 sinabi 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 konsiyerto with his band. He said, "I'm happy for you, Grace! You deserve it." I said, "Really?" He said, "Yes, really. When I picked you up from school, I met some of...
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posted by Peaceandlove67
April 6, 2012
Today was Good Friday. We got a araw off from school. I was walking down the kalye 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 you 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 you do this thing to Grace! She had been nothing but nice to her, and you took her puso and ripped it into...
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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 you 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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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 sa pamamagitan ng 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 you 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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posted by Peaceandlove67
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 or 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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posted by Peaceandlove67
January 10, 2012
We are now in a new year. School started again today. My schoolmates have been flocking to me, asking me tanong about losing my tahanan in a fire. It became a game of a thousand questions. The one tanong that most of them didn't ask: Are you okay? I became fed up with it. Michael later found me sitting in the lunchroom alone. He said, "Hey. Are you 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. You got burnt pretty...
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posted by Peaceandlove67
December 25, 2011
Even though it is Christmas, things have not exactly been jolly for us. A few weeks ago, our pasko 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. You gave them quite a scare, young lady." I said, "I'm not going to die, am I?" He said,...
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