I came up with the idea of this after hearing about the Columbine massacres. It facinated me because I was in the same position in high school as these two guys. The only difference is, I kept my murderous thoughts to myself. I did own a trenchcoat, however, that I wore constantly.

-Ariadne

You've probably seen me before:
The nerd with the book in her arms,
Walking down the hallway,
With not a care in the world
But getting to class on time.

You think this gives you the right to pick on me,
Call me names,
Maybe even for an encore destroy that book I was reading
(after all, it's just another book to me-what do I care?)

But keep one thing in mind:
I'm more than a brain
And one day it will be *you* I shoot in the hallways,
And then you'll die knowing
It was all your fault for pissing me off