The Yearbook — Peter Lerangis

Pity, pity, Laura Chase
Pretty hair and pretty face
Isn't it a sorry fate
She won't live to graduate?

Someone is playing a little joke on the students of Wetherby High. Someone who thought it'd be funny to make up nasty little poems about certain seniors. Someone who made sure those poems were printed in the yearbook. But it didn't take long for the "chosen" seniors to disappear. And turn up dead.

Everyone thought it was just a stupid joke.
But they were wrong.

Dead wrong.