Tears Demetrius sat alone in his room, crying and sobbing. The curtains were closed, letting no light in. His door was shut and locked and he wouldn't answer his cell phone. He had ditched school and his friends were worrying. A lot of the kids at school don’t understand his fashion choices and made fun of him. So what if he liked the color black, and wore it all the time? The phone rang again, and he still didn't answer. He didn't feel like talking to anyone while he was crying. This is a new side of him, he’s never cried like this before. “How could this happen to me?” he asked himself that question over and over again. The tears don’t stop falling as he stares at the curtains, and, just for a second, he opens them. The sky reflects his mood, dark, gloomy and sad. He shuts the curtains quickly, he doesn't need the light, it’s too overpowering. Just like the kids say, “The dark
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