Introduction
They call you Crybaby, Crybaby, but you don't
Fucking care
My name is Crybaby. Yes, really. And before you laugh at me like all the rest do, let me explain.
My mother is Editor and Chief of our local newspaper, and my father holds a pretentious position at a factory in town. My brother is my best friend, even though he has two more years left in high school, and I am in the seventh grade.
My name, the bane of my existence, comes in from when I was born. My mother and at the time three year old brother had been left in town while my father went to a conference for his job. My name was supposed to be Melanie, but when I was born my mother complained about how loud my cries were, confusing my brother into writing 'Crybaby Martinez' on my birth certificate.
You may feel that my family is perfect. After all, my mom is beautiful, my dad is successful, and my brother and I get good grades in school. On the outside we are, but if you were to peek through the curtains of our lives, you would be shocked to see what terrifying things go on under our skins.
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Crybaby's Extended Story
FanfictionAll the Crybaby fanfics I've read never went over the deluxe songs, so that's what I'm doing here. I might put the songs in a different order than they are in the album, but it's purely for the story. I'll try to post every day, but if I don't don't...
