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