Life, Music And The Pursuit Of Happiness

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Life, Music and the Pursuit of Happiness

Gregory Waldren

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Life, Music, and the Pursuit of Happiness
Gregory Waldren


“Are you a faggot?” the boy said. I tried to ignore him, pretend like I didn’t hear him, but I couldn’t. “Leave me alone” I said. “You didn’t answer my question,” the boy said, “Are you a faggot?” I ignored him by looking out the window, trying to pretend I was anywhere but on that bus. Why couldn’t he just leave me alone? “Huh? Are you a faggot?” the boy said as he slapped my neck. The sun shined on my face while tears filled my eyes as I again tried to ignore him. Why me? I asked myself, what did I do to deserve this? Finally after numerous slaps to the neck my stop came. I tried to get off the bus as quickly as possible so no one would know I’d been crying. The last thing I wanted was for them to see that they got to me.
After getting off the bus I walked slowly up my drive way to the door. The feeling of hurt and pain engulfed my body. Was I that odd? Was I that different that someone had to ridicule me for it? I got my key, opened the door and came in. No one was home. As I shut the door I could finally let out what I had been feeling. I slid down the door to the floor sobbing. I felt so sorry for myself. I couldn’t even stand it hurt so badly. I held my body like I was cut or shot. I felt worthless, that boy made me feel like I shouldn’t even be able to live. I finally composed myself and went to the bathroom to wipe my face. Looking at myself in the mirror just made me cry even more. I saw some pathetic fat kid. Why couldn’t I be someone else? Why did I have to be me?
Just like everyday after school, I went to my room, turned on the radio and lay down. The music helps me feel better. I love to sing along with the radio; sometimes I even pretend I’m famous. I get a costume out of whatever I can find and pretend I’m some famous rock star. I ...