It was September 25, 2011. It was a Sunday afternoon. I was outside, soaking up crisp air. Just then, I noticed some people were moving into the house across the street. We were getting new neighbors. I noticed there was a kid about my age at the house. I decided to go over and introduce myself. I calmly walked over to him. I said, "Hi, there. I'm Autumn. It's nice to meet you." He said, "Hi. I'm Glenn. It's nice to meet you, too." I noticed he had an English accent. I said, "Great accent!" He said, "Thank you. I'm from Liverpool, England." I said, "Like the Beatles?!" He said, "Yeah, like the Beatles." Another Beatles fan! I knew we'd get along. Glenn was so friendly. I could see it in his bright, green eyes. His haircut resembled a moptop, and it was dark brown. The bright sunlight revealed a red cast. We talked for a good while. I then said, "Well, Glenn, I suppose I'll be going now, but it was nice talking with you." He said, "It was nice talking with you, too." The Weiter day, when I was on the bus, Glenn got on and looked for a place to sit. I looked up at him and said, "You can sit with me if Du want to." He gladly accepted the offer. "You all right?" he asked. I said, "Yes, I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be?" He said, "Oh, I am so daft. I forgot I wasn't in England anymore." He then explained that when someone in Britain says "You all right?" oder simply "All right?", it means "Hello!" oder "How are you?" It does not mean the same as "Are Du all right?" As we talked, we learned we had a lot of the same interests. Later at school, I saw some bullies picking on him. I confronted them and said, "Leave him alone! Can't Du see the poor guy's scared enough already?!" They pushed me down the stairs, laughed, and walked away. Glenn made his way down the stairs. He helped me to my feet, and his eyes were full of concern. "Autumn," he said, "are Du all right?" I said, "Yeah, I'm fine." He said, "You're not hurt. Are you?" I said, "No, I'm not hurt at all." He said, "That was cool, what Du did. Thanks for standing up for me." I said, "You're welcome, and just like that, we became friends."
I haven't written any Artikel on my Fan club in a while. I felt like Schreiben a eulogy about my dog, Fluffy. Fluffy was my Sekunde female dog. I remember when I got her. My aunt and uncle and I were visiting with my grandmother's sister in Florida. One of her neighbors happened to be breeding Smooth collie puppies. I took one of them Home with me, and I named her Fluffy for the sake of being ironic. She was the most vocal of all the Hunde I've had. She was also very motherly. When we adopted Roxy, my Pit Bull, Fluffy accepted the pup as her own. She did the same with my Rottweiler, Stone, and with my newest dog, River. When my first dog, Diesel, passed away, Fluffy grieved Mehr than the other dogs, save for Sadie, my Labrador. Fluffy grieved really hard when we Lost Sadie a Jahr ago. Fluffy was really smart, too. She knew hundreds of words and phrases, and I cannot possibly name all of them. I miss her very much, and so does everyone else. I'll never forget her. May she rest in peace.
It was close to Christmas. The members of New Religion decided to go spend time was their families. Sadly, Erin's grandmother passed away. It was devastating for Erin. When New Religion picked up their tour, many people wanted to interview Erin. Lola said, "She Lost a loved one. How do Du think she's doing?!" Carl said, "Erin needs time to mourn her grandmother. She doesn't need a microphone in her face." Paul said, "She's been through so much. Leave her alone!" Erin thanked her Friends for standing up for her. She later said, "I now know how Paul McCartney felt after John Lennon got shot." Lola hugged her. Things did get better for Erin with time. She Lost so many she loved, but she kept going and never gave up.