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Taraxacum

Dandelions: With their golden flowers in the early spring, dandelions represent the return of life, the rebirth of growth and green after a harsh winter, and a display of abundant strength and power.
Legend has it that, if you can blow all the seeds off a dandelion with a single breath, then the person you love will love you back. If seeds remain, then the object of your affection may have reservations about their feelings toward you.
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it was a while ago, but I remember it very well. we were in first grade. to say that I was populer, wouldn't be true. I had about seven friends, but I'd barley call them firends. I had big red soft currly hair, and freckles that would stream from ear to ear across my nose. I would wear this jacket that had 'Dream Big' on it. I only wore jeans, I ended up getting grass stained.

I think I was in Mrs. Alison's class. and that's were first saw him. I didn't even notice him, he was kinda just there. He wasn't in my, friend group, it was

because he didn't have friends that made others think he was so weird. I on the other hand didn't even notice him there.

The whole class walks down the halls to the art room. Our home room teachers leave the class with the art teacher.

I never liked the art teacher, Mrs.Stacer, she was really mean, and yelled a lot. I sat in between my friends, Harly and Pela. Harley had long blonde hair, she'd always wear it up in a bun.

Pella had dark brown hair it went to her elbows, she would curl it sometimes.

Together, the teachers called us the 'Hocus Pocus Witches' ER something. Mrs.Stacer handed out papers with lines to colour.

Me and my friends stared colouring with marker, we made jokes and complained about how much we hated colouring with marker. Me and my friend had what some people would call 'Mean Girls vibes' we were mean girls, I suppose, but i was a nicer person and less 'dirty minded', unlike Pella.

at the end of the day, our grade would have reses. I would normaly go under the big trees or the swing with Harly and Pela. We were walking to the big tree, and saw boys talking to another boy, picking dandelions. Harley pushed through the boys to make fun of him,"You know dandelions aren't even real flowers."

the boy held three dandelions, he looked at them with a sad look. "Yeah, only girls pick flowers." one of the boys tuanted him. he took the dandelions and blew one. "So, you're a girl now, Damen?" the other boy asked. Damen just ignored them, Pella walked up to him and kicked the rest of the dandelions away.

the two boys ran off thinking the teacher saw, she didn't. Demen just got up and sat under a smaller tree. I continue to follow Harley and Pella to our tree.

I sat down against the tree, looking at the ground flicking the acorns around. I pay close attetion to Harly and Pelas conversation,"Why is that gay allowed in this school?" Pella had a thing to talk about guys kissing- ER wanting to know how gay guys 'did things' in her words."Dandelion Deman, thats a nerdy name for him."
"Is it true that dandelions aren't really a flower?" Pella picked a leaf of the tree
"I think so, that's what my mom said. Their weeds."
I've followed Harley and Pella around so much, but I like dandelions, and just because he is a boy doesn't mean they can't like dandelions.

the teacher blows her whisle to line up, and in line when we walk in, I whisper to Demem,"Dandelions are my favourite." I watch and notice how his expression changes from sad to a exided happy.

I ride the bus, I've never noticed Damen on the same one as mine, but when I sat down he sat next to me.

He didn't say or talk much he was smiling looking at his shoes. it was to quiet, and I was so used talking,"I think Dandelions are flowers." I say trying to make conversation.

he turned his head and hands me a yellow dandelion,"Taraxacum officinale, is a flowering, broadleaf perennial herb that is part of the Asteraceae family." he spoke softly, but loud enough for me to hear him, not like that helped I had no idea what he said.

I had a visable look of confusion,"Dandelions are basically seed dispensers." that I understood a little better,"So, what is your favourite flower?" I am still trying to understand what dandelions are.

He taps his finger on his chin like he was thinking,"Myosotis arvensis. those are my favourite." he said I was a bit louder, and really happy that I asked.

I was about to ask for an easier name, or a way to remember it, but the bus stopped and it was my stop,"Bye Damen, see you later." I yelled getting out of the bus.

something about being nice and having a conversation that isn't about gossip or being mean to someone, was really nice it was easy and interesting.