YOU CAN READ MY FIRST DRAFT OF BURNING DANDELIONS ARE A SIN, BUT IF WOULD LIKE TO READ THE "OFFICIAL" VERSION OF BURNING DANDELIONS ARE A SIN. THAN GO TO THE CHAPTER THAT IS ENTITLED "STARTING NEW BITCHES!"
"EVAN PETERSON! IT'S YOUR FIRST DAY OF HIGH SCHOOL AND YOU LOOK LIKE SHIT!"
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Being that my mom despised the way I dressed, I decided to piss her off even more. Hi I'm Evan Peterson, and I'm addicted on wearing shirts that are old, shoes that have a billion of holes, and you can't forget the shorts were the color of black.
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Granted that my mom was my birth giver, you expect her to support her son being open minded, and you know gay. But no, I was the blamed when my father left, I was the blamed that she got fired from her dream job, and I was blamed for burning the dandelions. I was prone to react to these type of matters by cursing at my wonderful mother, or just throwing something at my mother. However, I didn't what my mom yelling at me. I just wanted her to feel the agony without curses or being hurt by the objects that surrounded our home, so I just lashed out at her with kid friendly words.
"Mom, everyone sees the world differently. Some speak their mind, while some may bottle up their opinions. Kinda like the way you bottled up your feelings when dad left." I slammed the door and began to walk to school. I knew that mentioning dad was shallow, but burning something that's already damage will never be defined as one of my regrets.
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After walking a block away, I started to notice things that I've never been done with. Those things are bees. There were a swarm of bees that surrounded a rose bush, being that I am a pathetic fourteen year old. I ran to a house and knocked on its door about twenty times.
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"Jesus Christ, what do you want?"
In my eyes, I saw a teenager who was about 6 foot, green eyes, and a face complexion that was 1,000,000 times better then my acne prone skin.
"Um, I was going to ask you if I will be able to hide in your house for about ten minutes?"
"And why would I let you hide in my house? Is someone trying to kill you? Oh what a shame, a life wasted and is being sent to a world that is locked until the day you die."
"That's fucking great you dip-shit. Matter in fact, screw you and screw your green eyes. They look like the shitty lettuce you get at a fast food place!"
Despite my choice of words, I just stared him down. I wasn't afraid of anything that came towards my way. Unless a bunch of missiles were launched in my direction, then I'll be scared. But right now, he was just a weakling.
"What, so your saying my eyes are crisp? *Winks. Hi, I'm Jacob Stones. I'm a senior at East West Valley."
"Wait you go to East West Valley?"
"Yeah why? Wait, you look oddly familiar? Didn't you play a sport or something, because I swear to god I seen you in numerous of newspaper articles."
"Um no, I'm ummmmmmm not good at sports. Got to go, you know starting as a freshman at East West Valley!" I attempt to run out of his door way, but Jacob decided to grab my arm.
"We can walk together. Let me just grab my stuff."