My typical chool day is bsically this..... <br /> <br />1st hour: <br /> tick tock tick tock <br />ever so slowly goes the clock <br />look over, she's there <br />dont look or she'll star <br />ex-friends, oh joy <br />life threats, oh boy <br />her hate eminates so thouroughly to me, <br />my pain it hurts so deep so everyone can see <br /> <br />2nd hour: <br />a friend, Thank God <br />but it doesnt last long <br />to your seats, <br />now listen to the beats <br />there she stares too <br />hateful through and through <br />i cringe and i hide <br />and i try not to cry <br /> <br />3rd hour: <br />out of her sight <br />no more staring! ! ..... psh right.... <br />now he's here <br />sitting there without a care <br />his words how they stung straight to my heart <br />and i had thought this was a new start <br />but her lies reached to him <br />and the idiot believed <br />now i know how little he knew me <br /> <br />4th hour: <br />once again, <br />back to the stares and creepy-ass glares <br />and Marie right by <br />in whom i confidently confide <br />the one class i like <br />and the pain slowly subsides <br /> <br />5th Hour: <br />where the homeworks never done <br />and the papers always flung <br />where i sit and pretend <br />that its really the end <br />but no <br />here comes more <br /> <br />6th hour: <br />homework i hate <br />games aren't so great <br />here i think 'what can i do' <br />this semesters only half through <br />and yet they wait <br />in half my classes..... oh great..... <br />so once again i pretend <br />that i have a few friends <br />and i hope and i pray <br />the tomorows will end today<br /><br />Amanda Ford<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/school-days-13/
