My Soul To Rock'n'Roll {On Hold}

Chapter 1 - Beginnings

Nobody really knows how we got here. We never really knew where did we start from and such. All we knew is we were here alive and trying to survive. I think it would be easier to explain it as we learned in history throughout school. As I said the beginning is very vague. We know nothing of it. But our land is based on music. It is each dived into about five or four lands. Myself lives in Kcor, which is rock spelled backwards. Were clever aren't we? Us natives are called rollers.

Our land is huge, with over five different nations in it. There's the one I live in, Edio. They make us name them all in class but I'm not good at maps. My dad is great at them though. I just know the roads around my somewhat simple city. I like in the outskirts of Beatlemania. Were one of the oldest well run cities out here. It actually quite sad. Our land is dying out. Children are wondering to our hateful neighbours. It's like a virus. This new country is loud enough we could hear it, children being as curious as they are go and wonder off. The poachers snach them and they make the children listen and live in their city. Even some idiotic adults go there.

As for me I'll always live here. Since my sister has already been poached. I live in the all famous strawberry fields forever. Our plantation is so huge it seems it goes on forever. All the town and some other towns get their strawberries here. John lennon even wrote a song on it. While he was driving though. Saw it, met my grandfather. But the poor man disappeared, he was my favorite beatle too. The whole town wept when he disappeared, he was the going to become the new king after the almighty Jimi Hendrix stepped down from his lordship to relax. But he vanished. So Paul took over. Not to many were fond of the idea. Yes he was a good ruler but of was in a odd sense, us rollers like to feel at eased so we made a petioned to have Jimi back. It took fifteen years. It was all jumbled up. Different nations screaming at eachother for the crown. In the end we choose George Harrison. Odd choice but everyone agreed, George is a very lovable man.

Let me try to explain the world I know. There is Kocr, Electtonia, Par, New Kocr, and the Swaps.

Electtonia is one of the newest countries to form. This is one I think that is the most fasinating, the country itself it is. The whole country is made of special electronics glass and metal. It's really quite amazing The country itself its not so big so the buildings are the highest in the world. Their technology is also amazing. There is no words in their music, in the main ones at least. There is simply phrases but they are over thrown by the technology.

New Kocr is just like out nation but newer. In the middle of us two is the the narrow deep Grungle only one in the world! New Kcor is even smaller than Electtonia. It's hard to discribe. It happened in the last five years or so bands peitioned for a new city, the lords sampled their music but it was unclassified. So the lords simply shooed them off. These bands were not pleased. So they bought land from the gypsys and worked on it and made itself a new country.

The swamps, is an nice place. Most of our leaders came from there. Their capital is Blues. The whole land is surrounded by dangerous swamps only a ferry can go through. But in the middle is a beautiful land where saddness is in every corner of the city. From my babe has gone, to Mommas being mean.

Last but mostly least the place I hate the most Par. I hate it there they poached my sister. It is an very negative place. We cannot do anything about the poaching. Since the children wander off by their own and they take them right at the step of the boarder. The only thing that helps is keep our children. The one thing that's worse is that full grown rollers go over there. Even take their children. Horrible.

There is one more place but no one counts it as an actual place. The land of gypsies. These gypies are wanders who love every type of music with no home. All diffrent countries try to reason with them but they don't listen. Day by day it gets bigger and bigger. It is now the about the size of Electtronia I've heard, but I highly doubt it.

Enough about other countries! I'll introduce mine, the best one! Classics is the nation I live in. It's where all the old types of music come to rest or to show their glory. Most of all the monuments are over here like the wall. Than another nation we have is Uglies, its based all on punk music, once Pete Townshend said 'It was an revolution of the uglies.' Which really was but soon we accepted it.

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"What are we going to do about this!?" A Mr. Bonham yelled to all the other lords.

"Calm down." His friend Jimmy Page said calmly

"Calm down!?" He yelled back like thunder. He came back to Jimmy's face and stood there. "How the hell am I going to calm down!? Children are going missing under our noses! The public is breathing down our fucking necks demanding their children come back! YOU WANT ME TO CALM DOWN!?"

"You know wh-" Jimmy spoke but the other one interupted this on going fight between the two walking gods.

"Both of you! Stop fighting! Oh ghandi help me someone is going to get strangled!" He interjected.

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I woke up from our small two bedroom house. I look to the otherside beside me.

Empty. My sisters bed. Gone. I started to cry salty tears. Grabbing the teddy she made me. I stopped to look at. I saw all the mistakes in the stiching. The buttons were falling apart. The bear looked sad and deppresed. Than it blinked.

I rubbed my eyes. I'm going crazy!

She left you.

No really! Please tell me more!

She had a choice and she left. You know she hated it here. She didn't get poached, you know she didn't. She wanted to go over there.

The tears soon stopped. My face turned into an ugly frown with white stains from the tears. I grabbed the chair I used to sit at and smashed it against her twin bed. "I HATE YOU!" I screamed into the bed.

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"I swear we'll be friends forever." She told me under the fort we made. Useing our brand new chair grandfather made.

"Forever?" I asked. Forever seems like a long time.

"Uhuh. Like our strawberry feilds go on, but longer." She said. I was in awe.

"Pinky promise?" I asked

"Yup" We slided our small little fingers together to make an perfect knot.

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"I HATE YOU!" I screamed again crying and and swinging the chair that would not break. I felt my mothers soft arms grab me and the chair. She held me on her lap avoiding the arms and legs that were kicking everywhere. I was going biserk. I know and I don't care.

Just why did she leave?