Now, walkin' to school with my umbrella on my back.
I call it my sword, but that's just a dream.
Headin' up the steps, desperately beating the clock,
At the door, I don't even knock.
I finally get to class, and I'm late, oh crap.
The teacher isn't mad, he's pretty nice.
Though he's a bit odd sometimes (sometimes)
So i'll count "Eins, Zwei, Drei" and I'll see the class end.
The next one is boring, but not as boring as normal kids sure are.
So i'll take my stuff and i'll slide downstairs in a huff, passing so called "friends" in a millisecond as we converse.
So my eyes light up, as I see the lunch room.
Lunch lines aren't my thing though, so I bring my own and then I sit with my friends whom are like characters.
We aren't characters though (Just real life!)
So let's go about our day, acting abnormally strange.
Finally the days over, and anxious as ever I wonder whats in the near abandoned building.
Waiting for my ride, which comes within minutes, I jump in and start the chatter.
HOWEVER, today is a special day...
A different day...
It's the day to renew my I.D.!
...Wow.
YOU ARE READING
~Poem Book~
PoetryLike a Diary, This Book will be, Through my head blows a breeze, it makes the leaves freeze, Orange leaves falling down, This is my story, and I won't let it drown.