The next day she cleans
Out her locker of stuff.
"A shot to the head
Will be quite good enough."
She wonders how on Earth
She'll get hold of a gun.
"Ah, there is evil girl.
Does she have one?"
Her box of possessions,
In her weak little hands,
Full of textbooks and papers,
Elastic hair bands,
She lunges for evil girl
Just a few feet away,
When she smacks into Marcus,
A boy she sees everyday.
Her box of stuff
Spills all over the floor.
Her blue eyes fill up
With pained tears, once more.
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