Petaruko
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Peh Peh TARU<3 Name: Petaru Age: 17 years old DOB: Febuary 8th Gender: Male Hair: half white and half black; two rainbow racoon streaks on either side eyes: right eye-green, left eye-blue Orientation: Gay Status: In Love? Height: 5'3 Markings: none Race: kora Location: LA Occupation: Soon to be Baker Likes: cooking, baking, sweets, kitchens, silence, sparkles, Mr.Mckenzie Dislikes: highschool, being lonley, fights, taunting, mean people

Senior Year Monday morning, sunlight blazing through the shades against the window and the sound of a buzzing alarm clock going off in his ear. Sitting up groggy at the least, eyes half open smacking his lips togthere finding his mouth quite dry. His hair tossed around at the least, strange hair that it was. half black and the other half wite with two racoon tails on either side of his head, both rainbow colors. He had one green eye and one blue eye, yet another abnormality. He stumbled out of bed finding his way to the bathroom where he combed his hair, brushed his teeth, and washed his face making sure it was as flawless as always. While in the bathroom he applied a little bit of black eye linner around both eyes and smiled looking at himself in the mirror.Trotting back into his room and slipping into some dark blue jeans, that fit him just snug, they werent skinny jeans but they were nice and fitting. He pulled off his pajama shirt and rummaged through his dresser for something nice. Slipping on a graphic T-shirt and a cute purple jacket. He slipped on some socks and his purple converse shoes and ran downstairs. His mother was already gone to work as was his father. He grabbed a poptart or two and slung his back pack over his shoulder and ran out of the house, sure to lock up before he left the front porch. power walking his way to school, he had 30 minutes to get there but it really only took him 15 if he was walking fast enough. The weekends were always lonley for him, he didnt have any friends, all the boys at school could tell he was different and teased him. They harrassed him and made him look like a fool, filling his gym locker with condoms and tossing his books all over the floor. Even though every girl wants a gay best friends all the girls wanted little to nothing to do with him, because he was teased to harshly by the boys. He survived three years in this hell hole called highscool and he only had this last year to go before he graduated. He was taking some cullinary classes on the weekend cause he wanted to start a bakery, he loved to cook, it was his dream. His parents were never home, workaholics so he was home alot of the time by himself and had plenty of room and space to practice. Finally arriving to school he took in a deep breath prepairing himself for a new day, he knew it wouldnt end well just like every other school day. taking the first step onto campus on this bright and sunny monday made his stomach churn and he felt like throwing up already. He walked with his head down and keeping to himself trying to act invisible, sometiems it worked and they didnt see him. He made it to his locker safe and sound, he came 15 minutes early cause those bullies that harassed him usually got to school a minute or two before the bell rang. He traded some books from his backpack to his locker and sighed closing and locking the door. He took a moment standing there in a rather lonley hallway. how did he survive this long alone? Every day was the same, jocks, boys in general always harassing him. They made his life at school horrible. He hated even coming to school every day. He was lucky he had at least one favorite teacher, Mr. Mckenzie, but not even he was able to save him every second of the day. All Petaru wanted was to graduated and get out of highschool. He wanted to move away and open this awsome little bakery. It was his dream!

Sweet Sweet Frosting
Once home from school Petaru had time to do what he loved doing most. He would toss his backpack on the couch every day coming home to an empty house. He would take out his ingriedents and all the proper measuring cups and spatulas. He would run upstairs to grab his diary sized book where he kept all of his recipies from the internet, old family recipies, and ones that he had seen on TV. Whenever he had a bad day he would bake. He would test flavors and ingridents and cooking times and he enjoyed it. Once he graduated highschool his parents told him they would give him enough money to rent a place and set up a shop. He couldnt tell if they were doing this because of their love for him or just wanted him out of the house so they didnt have to worry about him and they could tend to more important matters like their job. Petaru didnt mind being alone so much anymore he had kind of gotten used to it, still a lonley empty house seemed to bother him from time to time but his cooking always kept him occupied. His skills didnt stop at baking cakes and cupcakes he sometimes did pies or tarts anything that would make a sweet tooths mouth water. He also liked to cook food, he would make dinner for one sometimes he would make extra and leave it out with something covering it and a note for his parents when they got home, whatever time that was.
He cooked and baked and decorated and sprinkled, it was a master peice every time he stepped back and whipped the flower off his apron. Of course there was no one for him to share his baked goods with he usually gave it to the neighboors or took them to a nursing home. The people that lived around his parents home all had money, their houses were big and nice, their lawns were trimmed and weeded, and their families were quiet and stayed inside. So whenever he came they couldnt help but open the door with wide smiles and gracious thanks to him when he dropped off the goodies. Though after a while he noticed their faces got a little plumper but they always accepted his gifts which made his heart grow wings and fly. By nature Petaru was a happy boy and just wanted to see the smiles on peoples faces and watch them light up when they picked up a birthday cake or wedding cake from his future shop. He wanted to be well known and almost famous in the baking community. Because cupcakes and cakes made everyone happy.
To get some human contact in his life other than the jocks harassing him at school he took cupcake decorating/cake deccorating lessons on the weekend. There he could interact with people who knew the fun and joy of icing a cupcake or putting fondant on a cake. He was pretty much the only male student in their earliest class at 10am on sundays. All of the girls loved him and his creativity, if they were having trouble they knew who to ask for help. His current dilema was sculpting, he had seen on recent TV shows that having little sculptures out of white chocolate or other material had become very common. For wedding cakes, birthday cakes, grooms cakes, even cupcakes. To have little edible treats ontop such as a cut out of the peoples faces or animals or something that reminded them of good times. He was struggleing but thats what the teacher was for.

Cat and Mouse
The days went on like this, every monday through friday he was tourmented by the same group of boys at school. He came home to an empty house and ate alone every night. Saturdays were his usual study and homework days and then sundays were his decorating lessons. It seemed like a simple life that he was rather content with. On a gloomy Friday afternoon Petaru walked through the halls like he always did with his head down and watching his steps. In his favorite purple and white jacket he went to his locker and exchanged some books into his bag. As he closed the door to his locker a shockingly familiar face was standing next to him. One of the boys that usually bullied him, his name was Rogger Tatum. He was the leader of this little 'beat up Petaru' cult and the star of the football team, his aunt was also a counciler at the school who refused to believe Petaru when he came to her telling her the tourment he had endured his first year of highschool. His heart thumping in his chest as he stood there his body rigid from the shock. Seeing Rogger's face was never a good omen, it only meant trouble and he knew there was no where to run and no one to save him. Like a mouse cornered by ten cats, the odds were stacked against him.
The top cat grinned looking down at him like the insignificant little mouse that he was. There was only three of them meaning the rest were probably in their proper classrooms and signing the rollsheet for Rogger and his goons, proof that they were in class when whatever was about to happen happened. Petaru gulped as he lookedat the four boys. Rogger told the other guys it was time to get going and they pushed Petaru along. Out in the dark gloomy rainclouds Petaru stood with the boys surrounding him. They called him names and made fun of him and they laughed at him and he could feel his stomach churning. He wanted to run but knew he couldnt get away. Rogger grabbed him by the hair and gave him a nice slap in the face, he told him that was for telling the vice principle who put the condoms in his locker, after all they do it once a year and he had never told before until he got angry some of the rotten milk spilled on his notebook. The other boys pushed him back towards Rogger who hit him again, this time with a closed fist.
After a bit more name calling and teasing and a few more slaps and a kick the boys finally stopped. As the rain started to fall they told him that was his lesson for being a rat. They ran off to get out of the rain as they left him sitting in the feild crying. His face was red and it hurt, he wished he had never told on them. He wished that this would just stop. The sprinkleing stopped as it started to rain harder. He walked slowly back to the school and walked into the hallway where the lockers were. All the classroom doors in this particullar hallway was closed. He thanked God for that. He walked back outside towards the front of the school and just hopped the fence. He walked home it took him longer than usual in the rain, his bookbag he had under his jacket, trying to keep it as dry as possible. Once he got home he did what he usually did. He took off his shoes and shoved them to the side and flipped on the lights since the sun wasnt out to light up the house. He walked upstairs and put his backpack in the corner of his room instead of tossing it on the couch. He undressed and changed into a baggy T-shirt and some sweats. He plopped onto his bed, burring his face into his pillow and cried. He didnt cook or bake that night, he just lay there until he couldnt cry anymore.

Mr.Mckenzie
One day everything changed, just like that. On a bright monday morning in first period there was nothing new. One of the bullies sat next to him, harassing him, and pushed all his papers off his desk. To Petarus supprised the teacher turned around and demanded the boy pick up all the papers and put them back. The only kindness that Petaru had seen his senior year from any teacher. Mr. Mckenzie, a handsome young teacher, he always had somewhat of a crush on him, and he sat in his chair with a sigh of relief. After first period was P.E. the worst class EVER! once again the boys pinned him in a corner and this time they acctually touched him, they hit him again. Walking to the nurses office a kind soul, who would have known, his teacher Mr. Mckenzie popped out of his classroom to see what was wrong. He even escorted him to the nurses office. Petaru sat in his usual chair as the nurse cleaned up his nose bleed and gave him a small pep talk. She was his favorite teacher on campus. The only one that continuously showed him kindness every time he saw her, she even let him each lunch with her some days. But as he looked at the door way at the teacher who was waiting for him his heart fluttered, why did he care? None of the other teachers seemed to take a second look at him wallowing in his pain and suffering. But here this man was, worried and concerned about him. His heart fluttered in his chest, why?
As the days past his teacher helped him more and more. He got him out of P.E. and made him his aid for second period. Their likeness for eachother grew each morning. Petru couldnt explain the kindness this man showed him and he was not there to question it. The bullies still harassed him but things werent as bad as long as he had Kain to run to. He found safety and comfort when they were together. Each minute they spent added to the amount of feelings he started to bottle up inside. Falling in love with a teacher wasnt very smart, falling in love with a male teacher even stupider. But he couldnt stop himself from feeling what he did. He found himself blushing every time they were togthere and he baked him some delicious chocolate cupcakes as a 'gift' to say thank you for helping him. His feelings grew and grew until he wasnt able to contain them anymore. Of course Kain liked them and they shared one in kains office, the happiness petaru felt inside seeing the look on Kains face as he ate his specially made cupcake was like that of a child on christmas morning. He couldnt help but wonder why he felt such strong feelings towards him.
In some weird shocking turn of events Petaru ended up inviting his teacher over for dinner. His parents being gone for the night and upcoming weekend he didnt see anything wrong, telling himself that he only wanted company and not have to eat alone. That night changed everything. With a single kiss, from the man sitting across from him and a bright red blush smacked across his face there was no turning back for Petaru. The man who he had seen for the past few months and only known for the week had stolen him away. Infatuation quickly set in and he found himself smitten with butterflies bouncing around his stomach. Their relationship only grew from there, stolen kisses in the classroom while no one saw and a weekend alone at his teachers apartment. He had given him everything. In petaru's mind he already belonged to him, attatched so quickly and not ready to let go of the man he was beginning to fall deeply and madly in love with. Looking only in the moments where he burried his face into Kains chest and had his arms wrapped around him enjoying the warmth of their bodies pressed together he couldnt see beyond the present. A looming black cloud was slowly pulling in over their heads and neither of them were aware of it. Totally content in how his life had turned around in just a short period of time nothing could bring down his high, the happiness he was feeling was pure bliss.

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