She closed her eyes for a second. And opened them again. It wasn't worth keeping them closed here.
The heat was incredible, rising every day to new levels that haven't even been reached before. The summer was her favourite season, but not when she was at school.
School just made everything worse. The lessons dragged on, relishing the suffering of the students, and the room seemed to have suddenly switched on all the heaters, refusing to switch them off.
She was done for. The sweat didn't want to stop running on her body. The boredom led sleep to her eyes.
Even the pencil case wasn't itself. What usually was slightly stiff was softer and easier to fold. It wouldn't be long before the pens inside would begin to leak.
She loved the summer and it's hot weather, but this was just downright horrible.
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Through 2023
PoetryA collection of poems and other pieces of writing exploring emotions, thoughts and feelings of a wide range of topics from the most random of things to current affaires in the world as the author (me!) journeys through the year of 2023. Let's journe...
