Quinton was a teen who lived in the mountains of Tennessee. He was not like his schoolmates who liked country music. He was into rock and roll, especially grunge. Quinton was into grunge bands and grunge fashion. He wore flannel shirts, unless it was warm outside. He also wore grunge band shirts, mainly for Alice in Chains and Soundgarden, his two yêu thích grunge bands. He had light brown hair flowing down to his shoulders. One day, he was listening to Dirt, his yêu thích Alice in Chains album on his iPod. Suddenly, a group of bullies surrounded him. The ring leader was called T-Rex. Nobody knew his real name. He just went bởi T-Rex. "Listening to that Satanic âm nhạc again, Quinton?" T-Rex remarked. Quinton said, "I hardly think it's Satanic when it saved my life." One of T-Rex's followers said, "Music can't save your life. It's impossible!" Quinton said, "Anything is possible." T-Rex then asked Quinton, "Why do bạn listen to that stuff?" Quinton shrugged. "Why not?" T-Rex said, "You know it's old and stupid." Quinton remarked, "So are TV evangelists, but bạn still listen to them." T-Rex punched Quinton in the stomach, nearly knocking him out. The rest of T-Rex's gang beat on Quinton a while and left. Quinton got up and began to walk away. His only friend, Sasha, saw the whole thing. She ran up to him and asked, "Are bạn okay?" He said, "Yeah, I think so." She insisted on taking him to the school nurse. The school nurse đã đưa ý kiến that Quinton was fine, just bruised. Sasha and Quinton walked trang chủ from school together. As they were walking the neighborhood, they saw some of the neighborhood kids throwing rocks and other objects at a young dog. The dog had rust red and tan colored fur. She appeared to be about three months old, so she was just a puppy. Quinton couldn't stand to watch the innocent pup get abused like that. He said, "Hey! Leave the poor cún yêu, con chó con alone! What business do bạn have throwing shit at her?!" The neighborhood kids told him, "She has weird looking eyes." He said, "That's no reason to be so mean. Now, scram!" They fled the scene. Sasha said, "Quinton, that was cool, what bạn did." He said, "Thanks." She was about to approach the puppy, but he held her back and said, "No, Sasha. bạn should never just walk up to a dog bạn don't know. If she's hurt, she'll be scared. We have to get on her level and let her know we're not going to hurt her." Sasha asked, "What do bạn suggest?" Quinton got down on his knees and said, "I'll hiển thị you."
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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 năm 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 ngày 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 thêm frequent. Other than my dog, Beatle, it was my only nguồn 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 năm 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 ngày 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 thêm frequent. Other than my dog, Beatle, it was my only nguồn 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.
