The Bully and an Asthma Attack
por the time I was in elementary, my resemblance to George was becoming mais obvious. This caused several of my classmates, mostly the girls, to gaze at me admiringly. Of course, I wasn't shy at all. I was just quiet. I smiled and waved at them in return, though. Everything was going quite well at first. When, suddenly, while I was walking back to the classroom after lunch break, someone tripped me to the floor. It was my childhood bully, Jason. He laughed at me and exclaimed, "Well, lookie here. It's a little old hairball!" This caused me to become angry, and I replied forcefully, "What makes you think I'm a hairball, bastard?" Sadly, this didn't make him leave, and I was beaten up por his gang members. They soon got bored and left me badly bruised and wounded. I then limped to the school nurse, who was very concerned and asked me, "My. What happened, dear?" I replied, "I got beat up por a bully named Jason and his gang." She shook her head and said, "Oh, that Jason. He's been bullying kids ever since he was thirteen. We've already expelled him several times before, but he somehow manages to sneak back inside our school every time." I remarked, "That's awful." "Indeed. It is." She replied as she cleaned and patched up my wounds. She then told me, "The best thing that you can do is to avoid him as much as possible. When you see him, just run back to your classroom." I replied, "All right. I'll keep that in mind." When I got back home, I told my parents about Jason. After they saw my wounds and bruises, they reminded me to be very careful, to which I took seriously. Then, a few nights later, I suffered a severe asthma attack. This alarmed my parents greatly, and I was rushed to the hospital where the doctors used a small nebulizer as well as some antibiotics to clear my breathing. They also told my parents to continue using them at início until my condition improves. Thankfully, I fully recovered as the days passed. My wounds and bruises faded and healed, too. Afterwards, everything got better in the end.
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por the time I was in elementary, my resemblance to George was becoming mais obvious. This caused several of my classmates, mostly the girls, to gaze at me admiringly. Of course, I wasn't shy at all. I was just quiet. I smiled and waved at them in return, though. Everything was going quite well at first. When, suddenly, while I was walking back to the classroom after lunch break, someone tripped me to the floor. It was my childhood bully, Jason. He laughed at me and exclaimed, "Well, lookie here. It's a little old hairball!" This caused me to become angry, and I replied forcefully, "What makes you think I'm a hairball, bastard?" Sadly, this didn't make him leave, and I was beaten up por his gang members. They soon got bored and left me badly bruised and wounded. I then limped to the school nurse, who was very concerned and asked me, "My. What happened, dear?" I replied, "I got beat up por a bully named Jason and his gang." She shook her head and said, "Oh, that Jason. He's been bullying kids ever since he was thirteen. We've already expelled him several times before, but he somehow manages to sneak back inside our school every time." I remarked, "That's awful." "Indeed. It is." She replied as she cleaned and patched up my wounds. She then told me, "The best thing that you can do is to avoid him as much as possible. When you see him, just run back to your classroom." I replied, "All right. I'll keep that in mind." When I got back home, I told my parents about Jason. After they saw my wounds and bruises, they reminded me to be very careful, to which I took seriously. Then, a few nights later, I suffered a severe asthma attack. This alarmed my parents greatly, and I was rushed to the hospital where the doctors used a small nebulizer as well as some antibiotics to clear my breathing. They also told my parents to continue using them at início until my condition improves. Thankfully, I fully recovered as the days passed. My wounds and bruises faded and healed, too. Afterwards, everything got better in the end.
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The Studios were divided into four rooms, which were the lobby, the recording room, the rehearsal room, and the art gallery. The group enjoyed the place as they toured each of the rooms one por one. They also took lots of photos. Afterwards, the foursome and the Beatles left and walked back to the Londres Beatles Store. George remarked, "That was a veddy fun tour of the Studios that we had. Don't you agree, me mates?" Rosie replied, "It sure was, George!" Ringo said, "Maybe seguinte time, we can do our rehearsals for our seguinte tour there!" John replied, "That's a brilliant idea, Ritchie!" Nicholas and Paul added, "Indeed!" Everyone then laughed and joked together while walking to the store.
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The group became even mais excited when they finally reached Abbey Road Studios. The building had been restored and preserved to its original glory, and it proudly displays an English Heritage plaque near the door. There was also a sign that said, "Open to the Public", which means that visitors are free to go inside and explore the studios anytime. George commented, "Well, I'm veddy glad that she has remained to be the same studios we've known and loved." Paul replied, "I'm glad about that, too." Ringo added, "We all are, mates." "That's right." Chirped Rosie. John said, "So, shall we go inside, chaps?" "Yeah, yeah, yeah!" Replied everyone in unison. And thus, the foursome's and the Beatles' tour of present-day Abbey Road Studios had begun.
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