The Girl Named Crybaby
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Ongoing, First published Feb 21, 2016
Mature
You'd think that Cameron Voorheis was a normal girl,but Cameron (AKA 'Crybaby') couldn't stand being picked on,she even liked a boy who stole her cotton candy heart,But he didn't like her.Cameron had then gotten her nickname 'Crybaby.' The next day,Crybaby lost all her friends and her So-Called-Friends spread rumours about her and making fun of her and it was very rude,mean,and horrible to say,she tried to explain but before she could start,those Crybaby tears come out of the dark,it was like somebody was turning the handle of the faucet in her eyes,her heart was to big for her body,that's where she wouldn't fit inside,Crybaby knew a kid named "Alphabet Boy" who was the "Prince Of The Playground" and won just ONE spelling bee,and also his rhymes weren't even rhymes!Crybaby then realized she WAS INDEED a crybaby
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