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Demona sat in the band room, crying under her glasses lenses. Getting glasses and braces was the worst thing that could possibly happen to her. Other then the fact Damon was talking about her behind her back, what else could go wrong! All of the boys started to go to Melody instead of drooling over Demona. Demona could supply enough drool for all of them. The braces were a new thing for her, and she didn’t exactly know how to talk without spitting. She also didn’t know how to talk without the litthhp. She then stood inauspiciously with a disquisition. Her inconspicuous sorrow was engulfing her. Infinitesimal dissatisfaction began to gain control. Seeping darkness filtered in. Her engorging discombobulation created a more incautious monster. Her eyes glowed a dark crimson as she then lost all total control.