Crybaby

And so it begins

And so begins the story
Of these four little friends

We will start with the play ground.
One favorite place to be,
Except when some of the other children there are bad.
The ones who all act the same
The ones who despise being different

They are scared of crybaby, they say she is crazy. She doesn't care.
They shame and laugh at Electra.
The girls all hate her because she steals their boys. "It's not my fault I'm beautiful" she says.
She pulls their hair.
They shout bad names at troye, they make him cry.
It doesn't get to him as much as it does when his lovely boy walks past. Little Connor in is fancy sweater, not even glancing at Troye.

Lana gets laughed at too. She pretends not to worry. She sticks out her tongue.

There are a few nice Boys and girls too.

There is the skinny blurry-faced boy with the hat over his eyes. He is strange, but crybaby likes his company.

There is the girl with the crown, she comes from the badlands.

There is bunie, the boy with the bunny ears and the pretty face.

There is Alice, the big eyed girl with the smiling cat.

There was Tyler the insane. She was beautiful but everyone were terrified of her.

There are many, these are only a few.

Crybaby is giggling strangely as she skips down the sidewalk
Lana is strutting around and batting her lashes, kicking rocks against the curb.
Electra is close behind, blowing bubblegum.
Troye is wandering along too, he has a doll in his hands.

They arrive at the park for the first time, and it's quite a scene.
The kids turn to stair.
"Look! It's crybaby, fruit cake, and those two sluts!" a particularly spoiled boy shouts at them.
(AN: I know kids don't talk like this it's just a dark version this isn't just singers childhood it's a made up story, sorry)

Giggles came from the onlookers.
Electra silences them with a loud pop of her gum.
"Beat it, creep"
She steps on his foot as the group walk past him.
He glares but doesn't pursue, for now.

The three girls head for the swing set.
Lana has on a lacy white dress and it ripples in the wind as they walk.

"I'm going to be over here." Troye calls back at them as he heads to the corner of the playground and perches on a bench. He plays with his doll, daydreaming. His big blue eyes sparkle.

He is harshly pulled from his pleasant thoughts as he notices a small group of boys coming towards him. Their leader, Sam, has a cruel smirk on his face. "You don't have your little girly friends to protect you now, do you?"
He whispers.

"Fruit cake, is that a doll?"
The boy's neatly arranged blonde curls
fall in to his face as he laughs.

Troye fights back tears as he desperately tries to hide it.
"What's..... Wrong w-with.. Uh.."
His voice stutters and he tries to speak.
The kids in the crowd that has gathered laugh.
"Dolly boy."
More giggling.
Sam grabs Troye roughy.
"You shouldn't play with princess toys."
Troye looks away to try and hide the tears. "F-"
"Huh? What was that?"
That is when crybaby breaks in.
"Don't touch him. Lay one more hand on him and you will regret it." Crybaby shouts.
Sam laughs. "Why should I? You are just a sad little girl. You can do nothing."

"Oh but baby, you don't know me." She says in a sickening fake cheerful voice. She laughs m. "I'm not quite sane! I'm not quite normal!" She continues with a wild look in her eyes.
The children back away in fear as they realize it. Crybaby isn't to be played with.
Sam is wide eyed. He lets go of Troye.
"Y- you are insane!" He says shakily.
"The best people are." She replies.

Crybaby grabs Troye and Lana by the hands. She nods toward Electra.
"Lets go."
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This is so much longer than the other chapters?!??
Sorry it's not great:(
XOXO