The Green House

This short story begins with a group of friends around the age of 14 years old, watched the new neighbours move into a new house and began painting their house the colour of green; not the same colour as the plants and trees, but the colour of a bad chemical. It says in this short story that every neighbourhood has it's green house, whether the house is purple, yellow or pink. They are all the same. Other neighbours talk about them behind their back and kids living in these green houses are sent to school with the most awful shirts ever designed in man kind. Every time teenagers would pass that house they would be thinking about the disgusting food they eat in there and the disgusting stuff they do in there as well. And they would be called the Gooks. One evening while walking to the park, they noticed the Gooks having a barbecue in their front yard, normally you would never see that. Barbecues are meant for the backyard. Everything in the barbecue was different from a normal barbecue. Once they started walking away, they stumbled on a dead squirrel on the sidewalk. They decided to pick it up with a one dollar bill and plot it on the Gook's grill so they can wake up to it tomorrow morning. The next time they saw the Gooks they always seemed to give the kids' an evil glare. Next, the boys decided to take the jugs that were placed on a carport and had peed in all of them and put them back in the same place, however they were all drunk off of wine and it was all about laughing and very hard for them to handle the whole scenario. There was another gathering that was smaller but was at the Gooks place. The kids came up with a plan to throw pine cones at the gathering and nobody seemed to notice that it was them for awhile. Then one boy said "F*** it!" And they all of a sudden started throwing large amounts of pine cones in the Gooks lawn. One boy decided to pick up a massive rock and threw it over the fencing, hitting Mrs. Gook right on the head. All of the boys sprinted out of there before anyone could capture them. After awhile, the boys decided to do a break-in, in the Gooks' resident. All the friends were destroying the whole house; ripping everything up, writing on the walls and breaking expensive items. They heard a noise and noticed the Gooks' had come home, everyone else left the house safely except for one boy which his name was not said. The Gooks' made sure he did not leave, they blocked the doorway and Mr. Karmapov, which was the real last name of the Gooks', pulled out a old fashioned camera and just told him to smile and took a picture. The theme of this short story is do not judge a book by it's cover, just because someone says this person acts this way because of many reasons, doesn't mean they are terrible people. Make sure you actually know the person before judging them.