The alarm rings, I hit the clock
I look out of my window towards the dock.
I put on my uniform and drag a comb through my hair,
And wolf my breakfast in the kitchen downstairs.
I run for the bus that brings me to school
I barely catch it though I try to stay cool.
Bell rings for first class loudly in my head.
God, I wish I was still in bed.
The lessons drag on until lunch.
Then only an hour on our food do we get to munch.
Back to a stuffy classroom to learn out of books,
Trying to disguise our very bored looks.
The clock ticks slowly to twenty to three.
In a few more seconds we’ll finally be free!
The bell rings; a mad stampede out the door,
Ignoring the books and pens scattered on the floor.