The school bell rings,
signaling that lunch
is over.
I wipe away my teary
eyes and sniffle.
Have I been crying?
This black clown
shouldn’t be crying.
She swore to herself
that tears are only
a distraction.
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WAHHHHHHHHHHHH!
My own sobs sound so
painful.
It hurts to listen to
this terrible
music.
“Cerise….”
A gentle voice speaks
from behind.
I glance back, eyes
widening.
“Ronin….you’re
not supposed to
be here.”
I sniffle.
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