Rebel (a PJO HOO fan fic)

Two

It was May, a week before school got out and Hendrix and I had become great friends. We were sitting at lunch when he brought up the topic of the upcoming field trip.

"So, Ringo, you looking forward to the trip to Gettysburg?"

"Yeah you know how I am about history, Hendrix. I just hope nothing bad happens on this trip."

"Whadda ya mean?"

"I get into trouble on school trips."

"Define trouble."

"Um..."

"Never mind I don't wanna know."

"Good call."

It was quiet for a moment while we ate our lunches.

"Have you been practicing the guitar I got you for your birthday?" I asked after a minute. He had expressed a want to learn the instrument after hearing me play 'Jessica' by the Allman Brothers Band and I thought it only fitting to have a friend named Jimmi who played the guitar.

"Yeah, I think I've got Brown Eyed Girl down pretty well."

"That's cool, I've been trying to perfect Sk8er Boi by Avril Levine."

"That's a good song."

"Yeah, I like it. Plus I can use my electric."

"How many guitars do you have again?" he asked.

"Three, two acoustic, one electric."

"You're pretty good with that six string, I'll give you that. Can you play any other instruments?"

"Yeah! I can play any guitar you give me, the drums, the keyboard, the piano, and a bit of accordian."

"Can I come over later to practice with you, Ringo?"

"Course you can, Hendrix."

The bell rang then and he got up and said,

"Cool, see you then."

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It was a couple hours before curfew when I heard a knock at my dorm room door.

"Come in!" I called and Hendrix walked in. I had the dorm room all to myself because the other girl had a nervous breakdown the week after I started.

"Hey Ringo I brought slushi's!"

"Sweet! Got your guitar?"

"Yup, and I learned a new song on it."

"Really! Play it!"

He nodded and began to play.

I know they say you cant go home again,

But I just had to come back one last time.

Ma'am I know you dont know me from adam,

but these handprints on the front steps are mine,

up those stairs, in that little back bedroom,

is where I did my homework and learned to play guitar.

And I bet you didnt know, under that live oaks, my favorite dog is buried in the yard.

I thought of I could touch this place I'll feel it,

as broken as inside I might start healing,

out here its like I'm someone else

I thought that I could find myself

if I could just come in I swear I'll leave,

won't take nuthin but a memory,

from the house that built me.

Mama cut out pictures of houses for years,

from Better Homes and Garden magazine,

plans were drawn and concrete poured and nail by nail and board by board,

Daddy gave life to Mama's dream.

I thought if I could touch this place I'll feel it,

as broken as inside I might start healing.

Out here its like I'm someone else,

I thought that maybe I could find myself.

If I could just come in I swear I'll leave won't take nuthin but a memory,

from the house that built me.

You leave home, you move on, and you do the best you can,

I got lost in this whole world and forgot,

who I am.

I thought if I could touch this place I'll feel it,

as broken as inside I might start healing

Out here it's like I'm someone eke I thought that maybe I could find myself.

If I could walk around I swear I'll leave, won't take nothing but a memory,

From the house that built me.