When I started the sixth grade, things seemed to be going smoothly. At lunch time, a group of kids invited me to sit with them. I thought, I'm going to have new friends. Yay! I told them about growing up in Illinois. They didn't make fun of my accent. They explained that the Midwestern accent is the accent that doesn't offend anyone. That's why most newscasters are Midwestern. I said, "Okay. Cool." One of them asked, "What kind of Muzik do anda listen to?" I told them, and I named a few bands that I liked. Another one of them said, "It's not 1980. Those bands shouldn't be a thing anymore." I said, "First of all, I don't give a shit what tahun it is. Second, those bands formed BEFORE 1980, thank anda very much! Finally, if anda think that you're going to convince me to stop listening to those bands, anda can Ciuman my ass!" They told one of the teachers, and I got caned. I thought that was unjustified. I didn't know that swearing was an offense in Tennessee. People swear all the time in Illinois. My aunt paid a visit to the school, and I never got caned again. Still, things didn't improve. Sometimes the other kids would throw rocks at me atau tell me I was going to Hell. Things were not looking good for me. My aunt kept telling me, "Don't give up, Autumn. I'm sure that there's someone out there who wants to be your friend." Pretty soon, I was beginning to doubt that.
No Stable Place
Aside from Uncle Bob, the only other family members who paid me any mind were my grandparents. My grandfather passed away about a tahun and a half after my father's untimely death. My grandmother lived until I started high school. When she was alive, I could always go to her with a problem. Every time I would have a bad hari at school, I would go to her. She would say, "Tell me what's wrong, John." I would tell her what was wrong, and she would make everything better. When she passed away when I started high school, I was devastated. Now I had no one to go to when I had a bad day. That's when my record listening became lebih frequent. Other than my dog, Beatle, it was my only sumber of comfort. I really missed having a person to talk to. I missed having someone who listened to me. When he wasn't working, I could call Uncle Bob and talk to him, but it wasn't the same. Grandma seemed to have an answer for everything. Nobody else seemed to have that gift.
Aside from Uncle Bob, the only other family members who paid me any mind were my grandparents. My grandfather passed away about a tahun and a half after my father's untimely death. My grandmother lived until I started high school. When she was alive, I could always go to her with a problem. Every time I would have a bad hari at school, I would go to her. She would say, "Tell me what's wrong, John." I would tell her what was wrong, and she would make everything better. When she passed away when I started high school, I was devastated. Now I had no one to go to when I had a bad day. That's when my record listening became lebih frequent. Other than my dog, Beatle, it was my only sumber of comfort. I really missed having a person to talk to. I missed having someone who listened to me. When he wasn't working, I could call Uncle Bob and talk to him, but it wasn't the same. Grandma seemed to have an answer for everything. Nobody else seemed to have that gift.
