:JOHN'S STORY THE WALKING DEAD:

-This is JOHN'S story. I did make a story for his little sister Zane, so you may check that one out if you want to learn her story as well! By the way, this story is going to be a diary entry of his life. It'll have a date to go along with it, so I just wanted you to know that in case you were confused!-

September 16 2012

I was up and packing, getting ready for college, and once I thought I had everything i needed, I closed my bags, pushed them away, and as I was doing this, I noticed my big, black guitar in the corner of my room.

'I remember playing this...' I though, while smiling. 'Should I...?' I looked at my bags and then over to my guitar. Then I got a idea.

"ZANE!" I shouted. I scrambled up to the door to my room.

"What?" I heard my big, tough girl running up the stairs. She's growing up so fast.

"Hey girl," I looked into her soft brown eyes, while stroking her warm fluffy hair. "You wanna see something of mine? But you have to be REAL careful. It's important to me, you got that?" I stared at her. Waiting for an answer.

"Yeah! Cool!" She said, while jumping up and down. I took her hand and guided her into my room. "Here she is." I picked up my guitar.

"It's a she?" Zane asked.

I laughed, then shook my head. 'So cute... the little ones.' "Zane." I said, catching her attention. "She this?" I showed her my guitar. Zane's face was a puzzle, but I knew she liked my guitar. She always said she had.

"Oh!" She squealed. "Don't you play this every once in a while before I go to bed? It's like a story, but not really with words... more like, music."

"Yeah! I'm surprised you remembered!" I started to drum my fingers on the strings, making a melody of my own. Then I picked up my guitar case and opened up a small area in there. It held my baseball cap that had the letter, "Z" on it.

"I want you, Zane, to have my guitar AND this cap." Zane put it on her head. She laughed. I laughed too. That hat was WAY too big for her, but I knew eventually she'll be able to wear it without the cap hanging out in here face.

"I know you'll like it. It'll remind you of me when you're gone. And this cap has a "Z" on it, the first letter in your name." I smiled at her.

"Do you have to go?" Zane asked, tugging on my shirt. "You don't HAVE to go, do you? You can stay here and learn as much things as you can at college!" She smiled real big and started to hug my leg. "You can even teach me things. It'll be much more fun then that dumb school place..."

"College." I corrected her.

"College, mallege, whatever! I just don't want you to leave me." I could tell she was starting to get sad. I could see it from her eyes. "Please don't be sad," I said.

"Listen... I'll be able to visit you, don't you worry girl. Besides, this'll help remind you of me You know how to play, right? I taught you. You can play this ALL the time, every single day. Zane, I want you to write songs for me."

"I thought that was YOUR dream." Zane looked at me, her eyes full of wonder. "I thought you wanted to become a song writer and play your guitar for people. You could be famous."

My smile faded when she had said that. "Well..." I started, then trailed off. On the first day of my last year in high-school I created a youtube account to show off some of my songs. I'd sing, and sing. Write and write. Hoped and hoped that I'd be noticed one day. That I could be famous. All the girl's would faint just to see me, all the guys would be my friend's, and even some might be jealous of me, but I wouldn't care. I thought I would become rich, and live in a mansion. That I would own ten cars, a swimming pool, and bar. I always thought and dreamed about me getting noticed, even just ONE sign of approval when be good. Until. one of the kids in my school saw my account. At first I thought he'd like my work, but he didn't. He hated me... he'd pick on me and was just rude. His name was Rodrick. After a couple LONG DREADFUL months of bullying, he finally stopped, and surprisingly, we actually became friends...

I thought we'd be the best guy friend's in the world. He was so cool. Then, he left me... and hung out with these more "popular" kids. That was in the end of school. And after that friendship... I stopped playing. I never picked up my guitar. I was sad and cold inside. Until now... anyway.

"You okay?" Zane broke my thoughts. She stared up at me, kinda worried. "John... you just stopped talking." She poked me. "You there?"

Finally I snapped out of my thoughts. "Yeah, sorry. Just thinking about some things.. that's all." I smiled at her. "I'm fine." I lied. I really wasn't fine. I loved Zane, and I wanted to make sure she was okay. I didn't want anyway to even touch her. Especially that Charlotte, Charlotte is a girl in her class that bullies her. Ever since the beginning of this school year she's been picking on her. I've always wanted to help Zane... but she doesn't do anything about it. I don't know why, but I do know she's getting stronger.

"Weeeellllll... OKAY dokey... I'm going to go play with my dolls." She smiled at me and then hugged me. "I love you John." Then, she picked up my guitar and carried it down the hall, into her room.

"Love you too." I whispered to myself.

I knew that this was just the beginning of a new life... in my world.