She walked around the school yards. She smiled. Spring has passed. Summer has taken over the season.
She felt the strong ray of the sun on her face. It wasn't a good feeling for her. She hated it.
She went to see the students at the auditorium, and saw the students playing volleyball.
She smiled. She gripped the handle of gasoline tightly, opened it's lid. She walked over a student, who was smoking.
She threw the gasoline allover the student. She pulled out a matched, backed away a little and light it to throw the match at the student.
She watched as the student cried for help and groaned in pain until they stopped moving and layed at the auditorium's floor, still in flames.
She smiled. "Goodbye. . ." she said, throwing the match box at the fire.
She walked through the exit and chuckled lightly.
"Death was here. . ." she said, waving.