One day,
Clara Lee started school,
And one day,
McKenzie Bell started school,
And at recess,
McKenzie saw Clara Lee,
Alone,
On the swings,
And that day,
They became best friends,
But one day,
Years later,
At the age of sixteen,
Clara Lee had gained weight,
And McKenzie became a cheerleader,
And they slowly drifted apart,
McKenzie watched as they wrote Fatass,
On poor Clara Lee's locker,
And McKenzie stayed silent,
And one day,
Clara Lee started wearing,
Long sleeved shirts,
And one day,
On the news,
And in the school rumor system,
Clara Lee killed herself,
Fatass finally got her wish,
To be famous,
And to die
*extended ending*
And that day,
McKenzie Bell started wearing,
Long,
Sleeved,
Shirts
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