Another Day at School

The bell rings, and I am late. 

My backpack is heavy, and my shoes are untied.

I am late to class again.

Lockers slam, Someone trips, Someone laughs. 

In Class, the teacher talks, and I nod, sort of.

My notebook is open, but I am staring at the ceiling.

The lunch is chaotic, the pizza is cold, and the nuggets look suspicious.

Friends talk about movies I have not watched. I just nod and laugh anyway. 

The bell finally rings. Everything feels slower than it should.

Homework waits, and I wonder if anybody else is surviving this, too.

I get home, drop my backpack on the floor, stare at the ceiling, hoping tomorrow will be different.

-Zara A. G7