Catola

I’m Catola, which you shall address me as, with a capital ‘C’, and no shortenings. I will not abide being called ‘Cat’, Cato’, or ‘Catol’. Seven buttons is not so hard to press.
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I live in Texas. Spring to be precise. It’s north of Houston. I go to school, and I’m in 7th grade, with honor roll grades, pathetic excuses for classes, and an endless amount of people I wish to never draw breath again. I’m from Fort Bragg, North Carolina, but moved to Mesa, Arizona when I was one and a half. I lived in the greater Valley area for another seven years, before I moved to Florence, Arizona, a prison town with one stoplight, and spent 5 years there. We had one execution, several escapes, and numerous riots that shut down the entire town. Our lives in school, or at our parents place of work inside the town, was dictated by what was inside the prison. Neato, eh? From there I moved to Texas when the economy dove into the sh*tter, and now I’m here, living in an eternal nightmare, which I have to wait another 6 decades to end.