Quinton was a teen who lived in the mountains of Tennessee. He was not like his schoolmates who liked country music. He was into rock and roll, especially grunge. Quinton was into grunge bands and grunge fashion. He wore flannel shirts, unless it was warm outside. He also wore grunge band shirts, mainly for Alice in Chains and Soundgarden, his two favorito grunge bands. He had light brown hair flowing down to his shoulders. One day, he was listening to Dirt, his favorito Alice in Chains album on his iPod. Suddenly, a group of bullies surrounded him. The ring leader was called T-Rex. Nobody knew his real name. He just went por T-Rex. "Listening to that Satanic música again, Quinton?" T-Rex remarked. Quinton said, "I hardly think it's Satanic when it saved my life." One of T-Rex's followers said, "Music can't save your life. It's impossible!" Quinton said, "Anything is possible." T-Rex then asked Quinton, "Why do you listen to that stuff?" Quinton shrugged. "Why not?" T-Rex said, "You know it's old and stupid." Quinton remarked, "So are TV evangelists, but you still listen to them." T-Rex punched Quinton in the stomach, nearly knocking him out. The rest of T-Rex's gang beat on Quinton a while and left. Quinton got up and began to walk away. His only friend, Sasha, saw the whole thing. She ran up to him and asked, "Are you okay?" He said, "Yeah, I think so." She insisted on taking him to the school nurse. The school nurse said that Quinton was fine, just bruised. Sasha and Quinton walked início from school together. As they were walking the neighborhood, they saw some of the neighborhood kids throwing rocks and other objects at a young dog. The dog had rust red and tan colored fur. She appeared to be about three months old, so she was just a puppy. Quinton couldn't stand to watch the innocent pup get abused like that. He said, "Hey! Leave the poor cachorro, filhote de cachorro alone! What business do you have throwing shit at her?!" The neighborhood kids told him, "She has weird looking eyes." He said, "That's no reason to be so mean. Now, scram!" They fled the scene. Sasha said, "Quinton, that was cool, what you did." He said, "Thanks." She was about to approach the puppy, but he held her back and said, "No, Sasha. You should never just walk up to a dog you don't know. If she's hurt, she'll be scared. We have to get on her level and let her know we're not going to hurt her." Sasha asked, "What do you suggest?" Quinton got down on his knees and said, "I'll show you."
TO BE CONTINUED
TO BE CONTINUED