Melanie walked across the sidewalk, hand in hand with a boy. His name was Jack.
They talked the night before, and had wonderings of the future.
Jack's thoughts were peaceful, unlike Melanie's. Melanie's thoughts were more disturbing than MY thoughts. (mhmm)
Time for Crybaby to appear in her dollhouse with milk and cookies. (im sorry. its a melanie story, i had to)