Cry chapter 1

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Cry's the point of view
I was on my way to school when I came to a picture of a little girl on the back it said, Claire. I think to myself "who's is this" I look at my watch and it's midnight I better get to school.
When I get to school I head to my locker and there's a bunch of hate notes but I'll just throw these away.
I go to my next art and throws them away. I take my seat and start working on my clay figure of an original Xbox.
Our teachers told us to do an old thing your parents might have used in their old days?
×××××××××××few minutes later×××××××
I was on my way to use a heat gun to dry my clay figure. Someone tripped me and I fell on my face and when I fell the heat gun hit my eyes and checks and burnt them.

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