You wake up and you go to school in the mourning;
The weather guy says there is a weather warning.
You walk or bike or even drive to the most boaring place;
For the first time today you see your friends face.
You go to your first class and open your books to the correct pages;
But your text looks like it was a victim of some angry student's rages.
You reach your house for lunch and before you know it it is time to go back,
You find your books and take your knapsack.
You go to the rest of your classes through the crowded hall;
You feal your rather be at the mall.
Finally you look at the clock and the bell rings;
You go to your locker and take out your things.
You get home and you do what you anyway;
Because you have went through a tipical school day.