Death of a school

There was a lonely child in a brand new school he went to a shop, bought a gun, his tool he plotted and plotted his plan was thought out his gun in his bookbag without a doubt The school hall was loud life was great The students reaction was too late two people were shot the killer was gone The childs anger arose as he crossed the lawn two hours past the cops did nothing for all they knew the killer was bluffing He strode across campus towards another hall he locked the doors, no distress call the shots fired, the victims knew their fate all their hopes & dreams were over, it was to late The killers anger seered They drew their last breathe look at the snow, its a sign of death the damage was done he put the gun to his head pulled the trigger BAM! he's dead Friends cry- the pain is deep They'll never see their friends again their dead, their asleep