What's in a name?

Funny story, yo. Well, not funny maybe. Ironic, kinda thing.

Back to primary school. (Read: elementary). I was pretty much the class omega wolf. Least, it felt like it. A bunch of total brats used to pick on me (most of them have been bitten by karma now, but that's not here or there.)
One girl was a right pain in the rear. She wasn't really a ring leader, but she definitely caused enough trouble, annoying me and throwing out the pranks left, right and centre. Urgh. Some days she was bearable. Others? Argh, I wanted to strangle her. (And I wasn't all that self-controlled in those days.) No love lost there. Freaking brat. Don't know what she's like now, probably same as the rest.

Her name?

R. Simmons. (I won't give her first name in case of google incident.)

...Yeah. XD
I didn't even *remember* until well after I'd gotten B_G going. But it's just one of those things...