The hallways and lockers all look the same

But it seems each different person all seem so vain 

Each day and class was the same ole norm

The teacher with the short brown hair was such a bore

The girl in the corner of the class seems to always been in one stare

But nobody would talk to her, not even a dare

Her long fingernails and creepy attire 

All seem so unlikely. I wonder what she desires

She never looks around or makes a sound of peep

I always wonder what is on her mind, she just looks so discrete

The boys around me make fun of her looks 

What they do not know is that she buys her own books

One day, I walked into class and there the corner so bare

The girl was not in sight and this all seemed so rare

While working on my homework alone in my room

The news appeared loud with what seemed like doom

There showed the girl laying down on the street

She was murdered cold blooded

 There was not a single heartbeat

That girl that looked so weird and wondering who she was

Is alone on the street is the new morning buzz

Nobody knows the real story. Did she do it for the act?

Or was she just the girl next door, with no friends on her back.