Introduction
The members of The Devil Wants Peace and the members of New Religion were hanging out together. John said, "I think we've heard everyone's life stories except for Carl's." Peter said, "Yeah, I think so." Allen said, "I think Du should tell us your story, Carl." Stan nodded in agreement. Carl held back tears. His story was rather painful, and he wasn't sure he wanted to share it with his newest friends. Paul said, "It's all right, Carl. Du can tell them." Erin said, "You're safe, sicher with The Devil Wants Peace." Lola said, "Erin's right. Du don't have to be afraid to tell them." Carl said, "All right. Here it goes."
The Unwanted Child
I was born on March 7, 1997. My parents always sagte that I was "an accident". I wasn't planned, after all. My parents never intended on having children, but they had me. My father was a church pastor. My mother was the secretary. "God is love," they'd always say. They never showed me what Liebe is. My father would hit me with his bible when he got angry. My mother always sagte to me, "You ruined my life the Tag Du were born!" As a result, I was reluctant to let anyone in. How could I trust them? Most of my classmates went to church with us. I was never really bullied, and good thing. I took enough abuse at home. This occurred for the first ten years of my life.
TO BE CONTINUED
The members of The Devil Wants Peace and the members of New Religion were hanging out together. John said, "I think we've heard everyone's life stories except for Carl's." Peter said, "Yeah, I think so." Allen said, "I think Du should tell us your story, Carl." Stan nodded in agreement. Carl held back tears. His story was rather painful, and he wasn't sure he wanted to share it with his newest friends. Paul said, "It's all right, Carl. Du can tell them." Erin said, "You're safe, sicher with The Devil Wants Peace." Lola said, "Erin's right. Du don't have to be afraid to tell them." Carl said, "All right. Here it goes."
The Unwanted Child
I was born on March 7, 1997. My parents always sagte that I was "an accident". I wasn't planned, after all. My parents never intended on having children, but they had me. My father was a church pastor. My mother was the secretary. "God is love," they'd always say. They never showed me what Liebe is. My father would hit me with his bible when he got angry. My mother always sagte to me, "You ruined my life the Tag Du were born!" As a result, I was reluctant to let anyone in. How could I trust them? Most of my classmates went to church with us. I was never really bullied, and good thing. I took enough abuse at home. This occurred for the first ten years of my life.
TO BE CONTINUED
When I had entered the fifth grade, I was dreading it. I had heard rumors that the teacher was really mean. When I met her before school started, she seemed really nice. On the first Tag of school, I was wearing one of my Beatles t-shirts. She noticed it, and she said, "Darling, I Liebe Du already!" I said, "Okay, then." She would take up for me all the time. The other kids often called me glasses. She heard them and said, "She has a name, guys. Her name is not glasses. It's Winter." There was one Tag when another girl kept picking on me. I finally had enough and said, "I might look sweet and innocent, but that shit is for suckers, and I'm no lollipop." I looked at the teacher. She winked and said, "I heard nothing." I would have had her for the sixth grade, too, but unfortunately, I moved to Tennessee as soon as the school Jahr was over. We both cried. We promised to keep in touch with each other, and we've kept in touch to this day.