Doodle98
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Chelsea: she didn't know that Trent was crying in his room so she just went into her own room and read a book she had started before chemical alley
Trent: Why was he crying? He was home, in his own bed? We're they happy tears? Maybe a few. But he was so scared. He looked down at his stomach. He was skinnier than he was in chemical alley, which made the bullet hole look even worse. It hurt. So bad. He hoped it wasn't infected. He got up and unlocked the door and went back into his little blanket-nest.