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Untold Story of John Lennon: Chapter ThreeUntold Story of John Lennon: Chapter Three by LennonStory
JULIA: August had been hot. Something in me, probably the school kid in me, felt bad that summer was almost over and I had done nothing but sit in my house for three months, but inside I was busy. Tristan and I had gotten to know each other better in the few weeks we started instant messaging. For the first time in months I was on fire. I was social and happy, or as good as it gets talking to someone over the internet. I woke up in the mornings vibrant, grabbing a good cup of coffee, and I’d sit down for hours talking to him. I had a handful of friends and many acquaintances from school, but they were so dull. They couldn’t relate to me. You’d try to have a conversation with them and I’d see them text on their phones and when you had finished reciting your entire grocery list they would talk about themselves. Always themselves, never you. With Tristan, it was different.
We talked about our childhoods and surprisingly they were similar. Though Tristan wasn&
(John's POV) Untold Story: Chapter TwoJohn's POV(John's POV) Untold Story: Chapter Two by LennonStory
It was a very long and hot day in July. It was my childhood best friend’s sixteenth birthday and our massive group of friends all arrived to celebrate. Everyone had come with their boyfriends, girlfriends, and younger siblings. There must have been over thirty people in the smallest backyard pool you’d see in your life. As an introvert, I tried my best to float on by through the river of chatty-Kathys without being too bothered. Needless to say, it didn’t work out and it wasn’t a pleasant experience. These people were drawn to me like a moth to a light. They just kept coming at me. Of all the phases in my life, I had never thought I’d be this popular. The truth is, no one had seen me for almost a year as I was transferred into a different school due to moving further up town into a house. I’ve lived in apartments all my life up until then. Then after a semester, I was put into home schooling. It had been lonely and I had almost forg
The Untold Story of John Lennon: Chapter OneMy eyes stung as my mascara dripped into my eyes. It was 90 degrees outside; too hot to have a graduation ceremony. For all the freshmen, sophomores, and juniors, summer had begun. I watched them run out of their classrooms, smiling wildly, and planning their three month break with all their friends. For me, I partially dreaded and eagerly awaited the end of high school. Graduating was great because I was finally done with the teenage angst and stupid people voicing out their opinions (“marijuana is bad for you, like alcohol!”), but then I also had great anxiety of what would become of me when I didn’t know who I was.The Untold Story of John Lennon: Chapter One by LennonStory
My parents were very practical people. I came from a practical family who were either pharmacists, salesmen, or nurses which that was all fine and dandy, but somehow I got caught in being the artist. From a young age, I had goals of becoming a musician/singer, a traveling artist, a film director/scriptwriter, something where I could put my heart into it