• My name is Catherine and you don't want to hear,
    My terrible story of all my years.

    First of when I was a little girl,
    My mom gave me a little pearl.

    My mom was the only one who liked me,
    she taught me a bunch of things.

    My dad slapped me,
    He did terrible things.

    I kept it once until,
    This bully grabbed it, Johns Yill.

    I never got it back, and I felt like a failure.
    It was left, in the 5th grade trailer.

    When I was in 3rd grade people always fear,
    If I come by they would cry in tears.

    They spitted, sneezed, kicked, and they drool
    I looked super crazy, I felt like a fool.

    I thought next year was going to be great,
    But my, I was much to late.

    4th grade people slapped and they smack,
    Then, the worse, people would steal my snacks.

    Boys always made fun of me by flirting,
    But at the end, it end up hurting.

    I thought next year was going to be great,
    But my, my, my, I was much to late.

    5th grade people started to fight,
    Once that happened, I had no more pride.

    I stood up on the luncheon table teaching a lesson,
    It was time for me to make a confession.

    "Two years ago, when I was a little girl."
    "I got in fight and dropped my pearl."

    Everyone looked at John Yill.
    He was a bad kid, he wanted to kill.

    I got scared once he looked at me madly.
    I had to go use the bathroom, and I needed to go badly.

    Suddenly then, as I was walked down,
    I stepped on something - black and brown.

    It said, "I love, Catherine. From Mom."
    I remember she wrote that before Dawn.

    I remember, our lunch time is 12:00,
    the exact same time she died, at our clock.

    I fall to the ground having (literally) a heart-attack,
    I slip from my knees and landed on my back.

    Mrs. Symson ran me to the nurse,
    but, they had dropped my purse.

    Johns Yill walked to the room,
    I screamed Mrs. Phil!

    He said, "I wanted to give you this purse"
    I said, "Thanks" and never mind to the nurse.

    A week later, I was recovered.
    Finally, I can be more lover. <--(I COULD'NT THINK OF SOMETHING BETTER >:/)

    I was wrong. Not even close,
    Everyone act of me very oppose.

    On Saturday, I sat down with my girdle
    And I see a pearl.

    (I'M TIRED :/ IN THE COMMENTS GUESS WHATS GOING TO HAPPEN NEXT.)