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One morning, Paul got up earlier than usual. He sat out on the balcony and watched the sun rise over the horizon. John joined him and said, "That's a beautiful sunrise, isn't it?" Paul said, "I guess." There was a tone of sadness in his voice. John asked, "What's wrong, Paul?" Paul said, "Even though I'm doing better, I sometimes think I'm still not over my father's death. Oh, John, how did you get over your father's death?" John said, "The loss of a friend or a loved one is not something one gets over. You'll always miss them, but over time, dealing with it gets easier." Paul asked, "How did you cope?" John said, "Uncle Bob helped me a lot. My grandma helped a lot, too. Her house was a safe place for me to go when things got really bad." Paul said, "I have some pretty good friends." John said, "That's good. Hang on to them." Paul then said, "People have told me that I should just move on already." John said, "Don't listen to them. Everyone grieves differently. Never let anyone tell you how to feel. You feel how you need to. It's okay to feel sad, angry, or even lonely." Paul said, "You don't mind if I cry, do you?" John said, "Of course not. Never be embarrassed to cry. You'll cry all your life. The only time you won't cry is when you feel that it's time to move on." Paul cried for a while and then said, "Thank you, John." John said, "You're welcome." When the two bands met for breakfast, Erin said, "Paul, your eyes are a little red. Have you been crying?" He said, "Yes. I'm still in the grieving process, but I'm doing better. John gave me good advice this morning." Lola said, "That's good." John asked, "Would you like to sing a song for your father at tonight's concert?" Paul said, "I think I'd like that." At the concert, the two bands performed "Calypso" by John Denver. Paul said that his father really loved the song. He shed a few tears at the end, but he managed to make it through with help from his friends. After the concert, Peter asked, "Are you all right, mate?" Paul said, "Yes, I am. I couldn't have done it without you guys." The two bands hugged and retired for the night.

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One day, I went jogging with my dog, Redford. As we were jogging, I tripped and fell. As I fell, my ankle made a horrible cracking sound. It sound like the snapping of a tree branch breaking. I didn't try to get up at first. As I was lying there, Redford licked my face. I was still holding the lead, and he didn't offer to slip out of his collar and run off. I only had Redford for a few weeks, and he was already strongly bonded to me. I tried to get up, but my ankle was really hurting. Reluctantly, I let Redford off of the lead and said, "Go get help!" He took off. I sat there and held my throbbing...
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I went on the Internet and found a dog breed selector. It had a series of questions regarding what I was looking for in a dog. The final results led me to a breed. It was the Siberian Husky, simply called Siberian or Husky. I read about it, and I really liked the description. I talked with my parents about it. One day, I heard my parents talking. My father said, "Aubrey has been wishing she had a jogging companion." My mother said, "Yes, and the Siberian Husky is good for that." One morning, my parents woke me up. They said, "Come on. We're going on a trip." I asked, "Where are we going?" My...
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One day, I almost picked up a pair of scissors to cut myself with. My father hid the pocket knife 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...
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In the months after Jim's untimely death, I remained very sad. Jim and I used to enjoy jogging together. I still enjoyed jogging, but it got lonely doing it alone. None of my other friends were interested in that. The bullying really picked up. My remaining friends would stand up for me, but that didn't stop the bullies from bullying me. Sometimes they would beat me. Many times, I would pretend I needed to use the restroom so that I could be alone to cry. One day, when I was sitting at home, I saw a pocket knife. I honestly don't know what I was thinking, if I was thinking at all, but I began...
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Jim and I were two kids growing up in the foothills of North Carolina. We were the best of friends. We did everything together. We even had numerous inside jokes. We very seldom disagreed. When we did, it was always over something stupid. In the end, we would always make up and laugh about how ridiculous we were. Jim and I loved each other in a way that only best friends could. We even had the same birthday. We never thought that we would ever separate, but one day, we did. One day, when we were only twelve, we were riding the bus to go home. Suddenly, the bus slipped on a patch of ice. The...
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The members of New Religion went out of town to spend some time with their families. On the last day of doing so, they spent some time at a shopping mall. Suddenly, gunshots were heard, and everyone was scattered about. The members of New Religion and their families suddenly got separated in the chaos. Erin and her brother, Daniel, managed to find an emergency exit. Paul managed to find a storage room to hide in. Carl and his family soon found a way out. Lola's family managed to escape, but Lola got shot. She proceeded to lie on the floor, pretending to be dead. The pain was intense, but she...
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The members of New Religion went to the recording studio to record a humorous song that Erin had written. Lola said, "I admire that you were able to keep your humor, despite being injured." Erin said, "Sometimes bad things happen, and there's nothing you can do about it." Paul said, "That's true. I feel silly for suggesting we leave Miami." Carl said, "Don't feel silly, Paul. Oak Ridge is safer in terms of crime. Besides, no place is one hundred percent safe." Erin said, "Carl's right. Living in fear of bad things happening is the worst way to live. If you're living that way, you're really...
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The members of New Religion went to the airport to fly to Oak Ridge. The dogs had to ride in crates in a different compartment. The flight went smoothly. The only problem was that one of Paul's dogs howled the entire time. If anyone asked, he denied ownership. Everyone made it to Oak Ridge all right. Once they arrived at their new home, Erin, Paul, Carl, and Lola unpacked their things and settled in. That night, they instantly went to bed. They were exhausted from their trip. The next morning, Paul was the first one up. He decided to fix breakfast for everyone. While he was making breakfast,...
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While Carl looked for safe towns in the United States, Paul decided that it would be good for him to get out of the house. Paul, Erin, and Lola went out for lunch at a local restaurant. Things were going really well. Suddenly, a former employee came busting through the door. He was not happy about the fact he had been fired, and he held the building at gunpoint. "What do we do now?" Erin whispered. Lola whispered back, "I don't know." Paul whispered, "I have an idea. We'll leave our tips and sneak out the back." While the former employee was confronting the manager, Erin, Lola, and Paul left...
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The members of New Religion were in their house in Florida, writing a new song together. Fritz, their mascot and musician dog, was sitting close to the band members. Paul's Siberian Huskies, Yukon and Nunavut, were in the next room. Erin said, "This is a perfect evening." Paul said, "Yes, it is." Lola said, "I don't think anything can possibly go wrong tonight." Carl nodded in agreement. Just then, Nunavut started growling. "What? Are you jealous now?" Paul remarked. Just then, a scream was heard. Paul grabbed Nunavut's lead and clipped it to the collar. Carl followed Paul out the door and...
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It was the summer of 2017. This summer was a little sad, but it also had happy points. Early in the summer, I was sitting in my bedroom. I heard the doorbell ring, and I heard my uncle say "I'll get it." I then heard an unfamiliar voice say "Would you be willing to take this puppy? My son doesn't want her. I intended for her to be a gift for his tenth birthday, but he threw her against the wall. He probably broke her leg." My uncle said, "And you didn't take her to the vet?!" The unfamiliar voice said, "No." My uncle said, "You know what, I'll gladly take this puppy from you! Now, get off of...
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When I started the eleventh grade in August 2016, I was still grieving over Millie. One day, I had a talk with the guidance counselor at my school. I told her, "If I had known Millie was going to die, I would have been more patient with her. There were times I lost my temper with her and just lashed out at her." The guidance counselor put her hand on my shoulder. She said, "Autumn, that's not what Millie remembers. In fact, she told me about all the times you and Glenn stood up to bullies for her." I felt better after that talk. I later met Glenn in the hall, and we walked to the lunchroom...
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The summer of 2016 started out rather badly. One day, my aunt and uncle and I visited with my paternal grandparents. As we were heading back home, we noticed these two idiots racing each other in their trucks. My uncle tried to avoid them, but there was nowhere he could go to avoid them. They hit the car and drove off without any regard for what they had done. We all got out to see the damage. My aunt said, "It looks pretty bad. I'm glad everyone's all right." She then noticed me staggering. She said, "Autumn, you're hurt." I was taken to the hospital, covered in blood. I had several cuts and...
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It was August 2015. My friends and I started the tenth grade, our second year of high school. The school year was mostly good. When Glenn turned seventeen, I came to his birthday party. After the party, he said, "I want to tell you that I love you." I said, "I love you, too, Glenn." We hugged. Unfortunately, there were some bad points in the year. In the Spring, I lost my first dog, Diesel. I woke up one morning, and all my dogs were at my bedroom door except Diesel. It wasn't like him to go off by himself, so I decided to see if he was okay. I found him lying in the living room. He wasn't...
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It was the summer of 2015. One day, Glenn came to me in a state of excitement. He said, "I have some really good news!" I said, "Oh, my. What is it, Glenn." He said, "My parents got tickets for them and for me to see Motorhead!" I said, "Glenn, that's wonderful!" He said, "Yeah. It really is." On the day he was supposed to leave, he came up to me crying. "Glenn, are you okay?" I asked. "What's wrong?" He said, "My grandfather just died." I hugged my dear friend and said, "I'm so sorry, Glenn." Later, I insisted on flying to Liverpool with him and his parents. His mother asked, "Are you sure...
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Pretty soon, it was time to start school again. My friends and I were starting the ninth grade, our first year of high school. Glenn and I were particularly nervous. One day, some bullies surrounded Glenn. The ring leader asked, "What's up with the cheesy accent?" He said, "I'm from Liverpool, England." The ring leader said, "Oh, you're from the town of those insects. That explains your trashy haircut. You should be beaten for that!" I said, "Don't you dare beat my friend! If you want to beat up someone, do it to me." The bullies gathered around me. "Autumn, no!" Glenn cried. I said, "I'd rather...
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The summer of 2014 was perhaps one of the most touching summers in the eighteen years of my life. I decided that it was time for me to admit to Glenn that I used to practice self-harm. I said, "Glenn, I think it's time you know the truth about my scars." He asked, "What's the truth?" I said, "Before we met, I was a constant target for bullying." He said, "I know you've been bullied, but I don't think you told me the details." I said, "Well, the bullies would often abuse me verbally and physically. To cope, I would take a pocket knife, and I cut." This made Glenn cry. He said, "I'm so sorry....
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The eighth grade was the worst school year for me. There were a few good parts, but it was mostly bad. First, I had two people who said they were my friends betray my trust. There was one girl I told about having endometriosis. I told her about having treatments that failed, so I finally got a hysterectomy over the summer. I told her out of confidence. One day, I went in the bathroom. I found written on one of the stalls, "Autumn is a slut puppy." To make matters worse, other people knew about it. All I heard that day was, "Look! There's the slut puppy!" I fell into Glenn's arms and cried....
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The seventh grade had good and bad points. In the beginning of the year, Glenn, Joann, and I were heading to our first class. Suddenly, a boy our age ran into Glenn, and both of them fell to the floor. "Bloody hell!" Glenn exclaimed. "Slow down!" The other boy said, "Oh, I'm so sorry about that." He sounded as if he was out of breath. Glenn suddenly became concerned and asked, "Are you all right?" The other boy said, "I'm trying to get away from them." A group of bullies started coming in our direction. Glenn got up. He asked, "What are we going to do, Autumn?" I said, "I don't know." Joann...
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During the summer, we got a new neighbor. He was a horrible man. He was a gun-slinging, bible-thumping individual if I've ever seen one. He once threatened to kill Glenn because of his haircut. I told him, "If you kill Glenn, you better make plans for me to kill you!" He never threatened to kill Glenn after that. I wish I could say that was the worst thing he did. One day, Glenn was visiting with me. I went outside for something, and the nasty neighbor took his shotgun and shot me in the upper thigh. I fell to the ground, and I was in a lot of pain. My aunt and uncle rushed out. My uncle took...
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