cry baby ; rarl

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it was carl's first day of being in 11th grade. he had just moved to a new school in georgia, all the way from los angeles. his mom got a new job, which is was very unexcited about.

carl knew he was just like everyone else, but he feared the judgement of the new people in his school.

people didnt think it was normal for boys to wear skirts or wear makeup, but carl didnt care. he always thought 'why have gender roles, when you can have pizza rolls?'

for his first day, he applied light makeup, but the bold pink lip (it was his signature thing) and he placed a rose flower crown on his soft, brown hair.

he knew he was going to be judged. he knew it. which just made him more sensitive on the touchy subject of school.

california was great, people didn't judge him and he was mostly happy.

heres the catch. keyword, mostly. carl was only happy when his dad wasnt home. if he was he'd try to get him to get drunk, and he once burned all of carl's crop tops while forcing him to watch.

his dad was the worst.

unfortunately, his dad still had his little sister, judith in custody of him. judith made carl really happy. but, he knew he'd probably never see her again.

dont cry is what carl would tell himself everyday. he couldn't earn more nicknames.

what was unmentioned was that carl is sensitive. extremely sensitive, which makes him cry easily. he could run out of mascara and cry.

today, he was going to try to have a good day. it was all he could hope for. the thought of being hated, let a tear fall from carl's eye.

this day was going to be hard.