The Dread Heads
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Last published Sun, Aug 11, 2013
I was trapped. Trapped in a home where I felt alone, where I felt like the outside world was begging me to go and explore, when it knew I could leave just yet. I was always scared of what people would think of me if I came to school with a new style…. Like “Oh you’re copping that kid or 'Betty' has that too… did you steal it from her?
I just… I just need to get rid of high school. I want to get rid of people. I want to start over. A fresh clean slate… and that all starts with and adventure. Just a couple of dread heads, and Elton.
This story is my first. be kind. be openminded.
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