Raine-de-Mer

Marie, Marie, catch you some luck, catch you the first dime of Scrooge McDuck. No need to catch you the smile of Mona Lisa, because of your own smiling is so much nicer. No need to catch you some art, cause your own is a class apart. No need to catch you some friends, cause you have some in many lands. Catch you for birthday an apple and a pie, catch once yourself a catcher for the Rie.

It was a not so nice day, I was 13 year old and on the way home from school. This morning I was beaten up again by some stupid elder boys at the way to school again. Usual thing, nothing special. Maybe when I had cried they had let me go with not so much „beats“ (btw the Beatles was still „in“), but because I was a stubborn idiot I got it again and again. That’s why I was too proud to cry. I didn’t cried, I looked them with much hate into theirs stupid eyes. The problem was, they stopped usually only after theirs victims cried a lot . . . Sometimes they got the fear about that weird child who looks so hate