(You're in CryBaby's POV.)
I was trapped. The temperature kept rising. There were plastic or cardboard cutouts all around me, and the air below me grew as they pushed out my teeth. I cried out. But I noticed that my front two teeth stayed.. and the gap between my two teeth became larger and larger.
A thousand angels called out to me.. "It's temporary." Though I continued attempting to escape.
I woke up.
I sat up reluctantly, realising the situation. It was just a dream. It was temporary. What was that angel's name again? Willy? Lily? Nah.. I think it was Lilith. I got out of bed, and realised.. it was the first day of school.
Great.. But I hate hell, so why am I even going there?
I opened my closet. First day of hell, a school where girls wear pink dresses and boys blue pants. What they don't know is that I dyed my dress purple and sewed flowers onto the sleeves. In fact, I should make that my uniform right now.
Nah, that shit's itchy. It can wait. I got into my uniform and went downstairs.
I entered the kitchen. As I took hold of my cereal box, I felt something inside of it. I looked inside, and saw my tarantula. I flinched.
"Phillipe! Don't scare me like that!" I laughed as I took him out.
I
took out another cereal box, that actually had cereal inside instead of a spider, quite obviously.. I chuckled and poured my cereal into my bowl and added the milk.
After I ate my cereal, I patted Phillipe's head and left the house to the bus stop. As I stepped onto the bus, all I heard was the deafening sounds of screams and laughter. I sighed and sat down next to Angelita.
"I feel so sick.." I calmly spoke, placing my hands onto my lap.
"Yeah.. I can't believe we have to go here," Angelita replied.
I was about to speak, but I noticed the weird blue boy threw a note at me.
"..What does it say?" Angelita exclaimed, taking the note from my hands.
I looked on. I noticed how it called me a 'Gap-toothed bitch on the note.
Oh dear.. there's no need for that.
"Real mature!" She exclaimed. I began to pull back my tears.
The sound of the boys screaming at me were muffled, though I could make out the words.
"Crybaby! Crybaby!" "Oh, does the little rabbit need a tissue?"
I hate them so fucking much. I wish they could fall out of the bus window and experience the suffering they didn't get to learn.
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"It's simply meant to burn." || K-12
Fanfiction((THIS INVOLVES MY THEORY IN WHAT HAPPENED TO CRY BABY BEFORE SHE DIED)) "If it all went up in flames one day, would you hug your mom before your house burned away?" - Fire drill
