It's just the 2nd day of school and I am already drained.
My bag was so heavy as if I was carrying rocks.
Time felt as if it had stopped.
Every class seemed like it was never ending.
My stress levels were increasing awaiting my results.
The blistering hot Sun played its part in adding to my pressure levels.
The merciless southern skies was making me feel staggering and wobbly and I felt like I was going to melt.
I had prayed that the faint feeling I was experiencing would go away eventually...
YOU ARE READING
THAT GIRL
Poetrypoetry /ˈpəʊɪtri/ noun literary work in which the expression of feelings and ideas is given intensity by the use of distinctive style and rhythm; poems collectively or as a genre of literature. a quality of beauty and intensity of emotion regarded a...
