.

The Frowner:*casually sobs*

Susie: What's your problem?

The Frowner: I have a lot of problems.

Susie: Like what.

The Frowner: Anxiety.

Susie: Interesting.

The Frowner: I mostly feel sadness.

Susie: *she nods*

The Frowner:*he curled up*

Susie: Hey. I know what'll cheer ya up a bit. Come on. *She walks into the school building*

The Frowner:*he sighed* Okay. *he followed her*

Susie: Oof. Guess it sucks to only feel sadness.

The Frowner: I can feel other things. It's just really hard.

Susie: Interesting.

The Frowner:*he sighed sadly*

*They arrive at a closet*
Susie: It's in here.

The Frowner:*he went in the closet* Yay, a new place to cry.

Susie: Damn it. That's- That's not what was supposed to happen. There's supposed to be a whole bunch of papers in here.

The Frowner: Thank you, there's nobody to interrupt my sobbing here.

Susie: Guess you like to cry a lot, huh?

The Frowner: Yes.

Susie: It's getting pretty late. I've gotta go home. Let's hang more tomorrow, k?

The Frowner: Okay. *he lied on the floor, and felt like garbage*

(Haha reference go brrrr)

Susie: Don't you have any place to go?

(Brrrrrrrrrrrrrr)

The Frowner: I don't have a house. I don't have parents. My parents abandoned me when I was 10.

Susie: Then you can come with me.

The Frowner: Okay. *he sighed, and floated up*

Susie: I see.

The Frowner:*he sighed sadly*

Susie: *she sits down next to him*

The Frowner: *he looked at her* Why are you acknowledging me? Nobody does.

Susie: Cuz. You're the only person who isn't afraid of me. Other than Kris, of course.

The Frowner: I'm not one for being afraid.

(Cory seemed to be panicking.)

(Susie walks over to him)

(Cory starts frantically searching through his bag, not noticing Susie.)

(Susie sighs)
Susie: C'mon, kid. Don't cry.

(Cory keeps crying.)

(Susie looks a little confused)

Cory: N-no... Where is it?!

Susie: Where's what?

(Cory seems startled.)

Susie: Sup.

Cory: U-uhh... H-hi! (He continues searching through his bag, panicking.)

Susie: What're you looking for?

Cory: Something my dad told me to get for him... I can't find it... (It seems like Cory might have a panic attack if he doesn't calm down.)

Susie: Maybe I can help ya find it. What's it look like?

Cory: Ummm... It's a small bag... It's full of white powder... My dad told me to just bring it to him without telling anyone.

Susie: I see.. I'll ask around to see if anyone else has seen it.

Cory: W-wait! You can't d-do that!

Susie: Well why not?

Cory: My dad told me no one else can know about it...

Susie: Oh...

Cory: It's okay... I'll find it... Hopefully he won't... (His voice trails off)

Susie: He won't...? Won't what?

Cory: Hopefully he won't b-beat... Never mind! Can we c-change the s-subject?

Susie: Uh....got any....chalk..?

Cory: Umm.. No?

Susie: Damn.

(Cory starts crying.)