The Day My Life Changed...Forever

not a part

                                       Hey guys sorry this isn't a part but i had to write Microfiction for English and I thought that it would be cool to make it into a fanfic but i'm not going to write it if you guys don't think I should. So if you could can you read it and tell me if its good enough to write a fanfic for. Thanks guys.                         

                                                                 He hated Her, She hated Him

He hated her and her tiny white, yappy poodle. He knew this was going to end poorly, but he couldn't stop himself from buying the orange hair dye. When he got home he went straight to the bathroom put on the gloves and started mixing the dye. He then started applying it to his head. He did that for 30 minutes before he heard a slam downstairs. "Crap" he thought to himself. His parents were christian and boy were they hard core. His parents always told him "No tattoos, no piercings, absolutely no hair dye." After another hour he got in the shower and washed the dye out. He got out got dressed and dried his hair then looked in the mirror. Looks better than I thought it would he thought to himself. He exited the bathroom and went downstairs and walked into the kitchen where his parents were. He stopped before going in and let out a deep breath and walked in. His mother saw him and her jaw dropped. Then his father Harambe turned around on the phone "gonna have to call you back" he said and then the yelling started.

After an hour of being yelled at he finally yelled back. "You can't make me do anything it's my life " He said and ran out of the house slamming the door behind him. He started walking downtown but stopped in his tracks rolling his eyes. There she was the popular girl with her fluffy white poodle. He started walking again staying out of sight of the girl. She was always so chipper and he hated it. He liked listening to Green Day and Nirvana.She liked listening to Taylor Swift.He took the back way around an abandoned house. He kept walking until he got to the street again. By then it was almost dark so he started walking back home. When he got home the lights were still on. He walked up the stairs to the front door and opened it slowly. He walked in and his mother walked over to him but before she could get there he ran up to his room and locked the door behind him.

The next morning he woke up and went right into the bathroom, got a shower and did his hair. He then went back into his room got his jacket and went downstairs. He saw his parents and ran out the door. He didn't have many friends the only one he had was the girl. He thought about knocking on the door. He stood there for a few minutes and then started walking toward the door. He knocked and the girl opened it and stood in the doorway. What do you want she said. He said he wanted to forget about everything that happened and that he wanted to be friends again and she let him in and they talked for hours and laughed plenty. One thing he learned is to give people second chances.