Columbine

"Do you believe in God?" It was a loaded question asked from behind a smile and the barrel of a loaded gun.

She stared him in the eye. "No, but I believe in scared little boys."

There was silence in the room as everyone held their breath. His smile tightened, grew sharper, cut through his face.

She'd just pulled the trigger. He only agreed with her as the bullet sliced through the air.

"Wrong answer." He turned and pulled a boy up by his collar from the floor.

"Do you believe in God?"


Inspired by "Cassie" by Flyleaf.