Walking slowly but fast enough for people behind me in this hell hole aka,
Metzger middle school
I bitterly mumble under my breath
"Get the fuck outta my way"
Of course, they don't hear me but
I don't repeat myself any louder not wanting to start a fight or an argument with some stupid kid
I hurry on too my 6th period class
I see him
God how i wish i never replied to his text or ever said i liked him
I hurry faster, tripping a little bit on my way
Get into class
Wishing i wasn't here
