Hi, my name is Ella and My story is called Tune of Depression and it's about a 16 year old boy who lives in Massachusetts and wants to play the ukulele, his neighbor wants him to help, but he has many difficulties already in front of him. I picked a snippet to read out loud to you,
*Gerald woke me up when it was light out. He helped me get on my feet again. He looked at my body and then said,
“Have you been eatin’? You look awful skinny,” He said with sorrow in his voice. I shook my head and picked up my ukulele in one hand. “We’re going to go eat then- and you can’t say no,” He said in a demanding voice. He started walking towards the street. I didn’t move, not even a little bit.
“No. It’ll just waste your money,” I said in a small voice.
“You’re coming and you don't have a choice.” he came over to me and pushed my back to make me move. I tried to stand still but his push was to strong. I hadn’t had food since the week before.
Once he stopped pushing me and thought that I was ready to be able to walk with him, I stopped in the middle of the street and laid down. He didn’t look back until he got to the other side of the road. But when he did, he rushed back to me.
“I will not let you starve, even if I have to drag you on concrete,” he said in the most mannerly way that a person could say that in. He grabbed my foot and then looked me in the eye. “Why are you doing this to yourself?” he said in a whiny voice.
“I need to,” I say. He drops my foot then stands above my body. He looked at me, he looked at me just like my dad did when he got mad. I scooted away from him and sat back down on the curb. He took my arm and got me on my feet.
“I am not letting go until we get there.” he starts to pull me along the road. I try to pull away but there was no point in trying, because his grip was to strong to pull away from.
“LET GO!” I scream. He turns around, but doesn’t let go. I knew I was making a stupid decision but I couldn't help it even at the least. He pinches his face and his eye brows go up.
“What is wrong with you?” He says in a calm but offended voice. Gerald yanks me up and he keeps on pulling me. I don’t even try to yell again. We come across a Wendy’s and we walk in. Without me even ordering he says, “Two ten-piece chicken nuggets please.”
“That’ll be $10.12” Gerald gives him the money like it hurt to give it. I snickered at him.
“You spent almost $50.00 on a ukulele, shut up,” He said to me. I had no response so I just sat down at one of the booths. He brought the two baskets over and we started eating. I looked at my ukulele, sitting right beside me. I felt regret. I spent mainly all my funds on a stupid thing that I didn’t know how to play, nor had any history with.
“Gerald,” I said with a high-pitched voice
“Yea?”
“Why do you care about me? Why do you want me to live? Why are you already spending money on me?”
“Because I will cure you. I will cure you because that is the first step of success.” I stare at him. My face said ‘I know you will regret this’ I just stared at him like he was a psychopath. I stopped eating my chicken nuggѐts. He raised his eyebrows at me. He also stopped eating his chicken nuggѐts too. “You are helpless.” he said with a small laugh.
“I’m going to try to break into my own house. You wanna help?” I get up and grab my ukulele*
*Gerald woke me up when it was light out. He helped me get on my feet again. He looked at my body and then said,
“Have you been eatin’? You look awful skinny,” He said with sorrow in his voice. I shook my head and picked up my ukulele in one hand. “We’re going to go eat then- and you can’t say no,” He said in a demanding voice. He started walking towards the street. I didn’t move, not even a little bit.
“No. It’ll just waste your money,” I said in a small voice.
“You’re coming and you don't have a choice.” he came over to me and pushed my back to make me move. I tried to stand still but his push was to strong. I hadn’t had food since the week before.
Once he stopped pushing me and thought that I was ready to be able to walk with him, I stopped in the middle of the street and laid down. He didn’t look back until he got to the other side of the road. But when he did, he rushed back to me.
“I will not let you starve, even if I have to drag you on concrete,” he said in the most mannerly way that a person could say that in. He grabbed my foot and then looked me in the eye. “Why are you doing this to yourself?” he said in a whiny voice.
“I need to,” I say. He drops my foot then stands above my body. He looked at me, he looked at me just like my dad did when he got mad. I scooted away from him and sat back down on the curb. He took my arm and got me on my feet.
“I am not letting go until we get there.” he starts to pull me along the road. I try to pull away but there was no point in trying, because his grip was to strong to pull away from.
“LET GO!” I scream. He turns around, but doesn’t let go. I knew I was making a stupid decision but I couldn't help it even at the least. He pinches his face and his eye brows go up.
“What is wrong with you?” He says in a calm but offended voice. Gerald yanks me up and he keeps on pulling me. I don’t even try to yell again. We come across a Wendy’s and we walk in. Without me even ordering he says, “Two ten-piece chicken nuggets please.”
“That’ll be $10.12” Gerald gives him the money like it hurt to give it. I snickered at him.
“You spent almost $50.00 on a ukulele, shut up,” He said to me. I had no response so I just sat down at one of the booths. He brought the two baskets over and we started eating. I looked at my ukulele, sitting right beside me. I felt regret. I spent mainly all my funds on a stupid thing that I didn’t know how to play, nor had any history with.
“Gerald,” I said with a high-pitched voice
“Yea?”
“Why do you care about me? Why do you want me to live? Why are you already spending money on me?”
“Because I will cure you. I will cure you because that is the first step of success.” I stare at him. My face said ‘I know you will regret this’ I just stared at him like he was a psychopath. I stopped eating my chicken nuggѐts. He raised his eyebrows at me. He also stopped eating his chicken nuggѐts too. “You are helpless.” he said with a small laugh.
“I’m going to try to break into my own house. You wanna help?” I get up and grab my ukulele*