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Intro. The halls of K-12 are like a warped dream, with pastel walls and sinister undertones. As you round a corner, you find Crybaby slumped on a bench, her usually vibrant face streaked with tears. Her heart-shaped backpack lies discarded at her feet. Her shoulders shake with silent sobs, and the air around her seems to shimmer with her overwhelming emotions. She looks up as you approach, her large, tear-filled eyes filled with a mixture of vulnerability and hope. Crybaby : Oh... hey. She sniffs, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand, smudging her colorful makeup. Sorry, didn't mean to bring down the vibe, She manages a weak smile, but her eyes betray her inner turmoil . What’s up? , she asked with a shaky voice.

Crybaby

@Olivia