I'm Crybaby

Chapter 1 - Crybaby

Monday. First day of kindergarten, maybe it won't be so bad this year. Of course, there's the rumours of someone new joining this month, maybe a opportunity to finally have a friend...

Hello, I'm Crybaby, and by my name, you can probably guess I cry a lot... well that's true! It's embarrassing though... I have no friends at kindergarten, probably because I cry a lot. But then again, I think they know my family and I are a little messed up... crazy... if you will... But that doesn't stop me from being me!

I finally arrive at school, dreading for the upcoming day to unravel.
"Here I go..." I softly mutter to myself, breathing in like its my final breath to be taken on earth.

I slowly pace myself to the front of the door, walking past all the other kids as they look at me, judging me as I walk. I open the door with the cold, brass knob, and I walk in.
The room was a bright cream colour, illuminated with the hanging vintage lights. Around the play areas fairy lights were hung as well as a sign with the designated play areas written on it. To the back left there was a door that lead to the bathrooms, the girls were themed with princesses and fairies whereas the boys were themed with cars and trucks.
Across the walls were posters and drawings all of us have done over the past few months, all the girls drew dresses and fairies, all the boys drew monsters and cars. I was different. I drew things that were linked to me. I once drew a picture of my bunny rabbit with blood coming out of its neck and a knife to resemble the time when my bunny was decapitated... that's probably the reason I'm not allowed to have anymore pets...

I take myself to my usual place, the corner where all the old vintage stuffed toys lay. That's where I feel the safest.
I have four stuffed toys that are in particular, my favourite. There's one white bunny with a pink bow and hat, who's name is Alice, this was the newest stuffed toy that has come in to our kindergarten. Then there's a pale blue kitten with a yellow bow, named Cheshire. He's my favourite, I normally ask the teacher if I could take him home with me sometimes. I have a yellow duckling with also a pink bow and hat, named Dodo, I think he's cute, but I'm not particularly fond of them. And finally a lilac coloured bear with a pink bow named duchess. We did used to have a brown bear named duchess that I used to take home, but every time I did he someone got torn up, and my teacher got sick and tired of stitching it back together. That's why I take Cheshire with me.
You might be wondering, all those names are related to one thing. And yes, that's intentional. Because I spent the most time with them, I got to choose their names. There are some other people who call them differently or Mrs up their names, but they haven't been with them king enough to understand.
I think of myself like the mad hatter between all of them. These stuffed toys are my friends and family.

Everyone else arrives in, and I still sit in the corner, Roleplaying with my stuffed animals. All of a sudden I hear everyone mutter louder then they normally do. I lift my head and I am faced with someone I don't recognise, someone... new?
He had short, bright blue hair that was slick back to one side of his head. He wore the same shade of blue sweater with a paler blue shirt underneath, collar showing. He wore navy blue trousers and navy blue smart sneakers. His eyes were a bright, sparkling blue, I almost spent too long looking at that feature of him.
Upon looking at his face and hands, he was pale, but it wasn't ordinary, he had a deep blue undertone in his skin. It seemed like he looked blue entirely.
Because I didn't know his name, I decided to call him 'Blue Boy'.

I watched him sit in the play area next to me, where he was approached with various dolls and alphabet blocks. I definitely thought he was cute, he also seemed shy, but I was also too shy to make a move.
Some boys walk up to Blue Boy and start sniggering.

"Hey Blue Boy! Why are you entirely blue?"
"Hey new kid, feeling a bit blue?"
"Did you cover yourself in blue paint?"
I look over and I see Blue boy crying.
"Oh look, seems like he isn't the only crybaby here."
They laugh again at their so called joke and they start chanting.
"Crybaby! Crybaby! Crybaby!"
Blue boy cries even more, but quickly mutters back.
"I don't fucking care..."
The two bullies stop their laughing and stare at Blue Boy
"You what?"
"I don't fucking care!" Blue Boy blurts out.
The two bullies look puzzled, and they just turn around and walk away laughing at their previous jokes, whispering about Blue Boy.

I get a sensation in my stomach I've never felt before, I feel proud, but at the same time, I wish I had that sort of confidence. I decide to walk over to Blue Boy.

"H-hi..." I mutter
Blue Boy's glance points towards me.
"Hi... you're not going to make fun of my looks are you?"
I reply nervously, "W-what? No! O-of course not! I don't have a p-problem with the way y-you look..."
"Thank god... so... why are you here then?" He asks.
I take a big gulp, "W-well, I saw the way you handled those two bullies, and I just wanted to say something.." I take a deep breath as I feel my face burn from the blushing.
"Go ahead then," he says, "What do you want to say?"
I reply, "Just so you know... they also call me crybaby... well... my name IS crybaby... but still... whenever they do call me crybaby... I just imagine myself drowning them with my tears, for revenge, you know? I know what it felt like to be called crybaby the first time, I tried to fight back... but I was told my heart was too big for my body, so I couldn't think of the right words to say... I feel like I automatically know you the best here... we all have the same faucet in our eyes, it just depends who decided to turn those knobs"
He stops and thinks, "You have a point... I'll just let them drown? That doesn't sound too bad. We could let them drown..."

We both gently smile at each-other, then the bell rings tin initiate class has begun.