Pandora's Box of Preteen Terror

I see you read, I hear you speak,
As you come across this list of bleak
Tidings for our favourite mates,
So what goes in the mind of fates?

And so we start with Teddy dear,
Aged nineteen, and plagued with fear,
He has no flaw, 'cause he IS the flaw,
And the terror of Vice, the fates do claw.

Here comes next greedy Vicky,
Who's got in situations sticky,
She's swarmed with Greed, must take what's no hers,
From worthless scarves, to precious furs.

And Dominique, oh dear,
She suffers from Famine, the fates do cheer.
It's not food she craves, but loves she does,
But it's her sister her angel loves.

Louis is a Sickness to those he's near,
He's got them all living in fear
Of bad luck, incase he's infected them,
But he's been sick since the age of ten.

And oh Golly, oh Golly,
We've gone ahead and landed on Molly.
She's not really young, but Old with Age,
She's a nagging nana, trapped twelve by fate's mage.

Lucy dear's never been sane,
She's took a trip down Insanity's lane.
Walking barefoot, she's the talk of the town,
Rambling how God's gonna hunt her down.

Here here, everyone, Freddie's got a girl,
And, as he says, she's and absolute pearl.
Course, that's what he said before,
Condemned with Passion, to the other sixty-four.

Here, now, we've got one angry girl,
By the name of Roxie, whose emotions swirl
Of Spite for whoever crosses her path,
For what happens next, well, you do the math.

Now let's form a ring, around little Rosie,
Who's got herself in quite a Posie.
Is it a Crime, to go against her dad?
To kiss the lad who'll get him mad?

Poor Hugo's down, in the pit of Despair,
"It can't be right, it just isn't fair!"
There's no more hope, for the unwanted child,
'Cause all the love he'll get is pretty mild.

Ah, Scorpius, what a name!
Because of it, he must hide in shame.
Such a name, it has left his feelings sore,
And now, he weeps in Sorrow, forever more.

Jamie, Jamie, where to begin?
Your Plague is just the start of your sin,
You're a menace, a pest, a waste of space,
Ha, fate can barely look at your face!

And the world, beware, of starry-eyed Al,
'Cause on his mind's a pretty gal.
But alas, he lacks the looks the charm,
He lives in Poverty, of which is a harm.

But little Lily is different, see,
She, believes in Hope, because she
Knows that a sure as God made black and white,
What's done in the dark, will be brought to the light.