Writing Prompt

Cereal is too soggy

Sun is too hot

Clothes are too big

And the bus is too crowded

Before it has even begun

I feel the dread of the day building in my gut

And souring my mouth with fear

Everything is too new

Shoes are too stiff

Backpack is too heavy

Faces are too eager

This place

Where my impression has yet to leave its mark

Feels foreign

An alien world with strange bodies

Mouths a...

It’s summer now

The worst season in my book

It’s way too hot

At the sun I can’t look

But all will end

When three months pass

When it’s finally September

I hope it’ll go by fast

But as I return,

Not all is as divine

For my friend is leaving

I try not to cry

She won’t be here

To comfort me with care

To knock sense into me

So at my crush I don’t glare

I still look forward to school

For geography...

Breakfast will be served

Alongside all my textbooks

Done with work by noon...

I am excited,

Now I’m not.

I feel enlightened,

Now I’m sure I’m not.

What is this feeling?

Is it dread?

I’m not quite sure,

So I go to bed.

I wake up from a dream,

About my next adventure.

Changing school,

Like changing wheels on a tractor.

This feeling is weird,

Uncomfortable-if you will.

I see a man with a beard,

Taking my bill.

I’m only eleven,

So have me mercy.

I’m starting year seven,

I’m...

High school’s starting weird.

Herding us around, explaining lunch waves

That don’t make sense yet.

Why are they called waves?

But that’s not why it’s weird.

We take a concussion test on a computer

“Just in case,” they say,

“We need data to compare with if you blow your head away.”

Why is the computer lab

The only air conditioned room?

But that’s not why it’s weird.

My Spanish teacher says to ca...

Oh how I loathe to wake up daily, before 6am

To wash and brush and feed myself

and leave my nice warm bed.

Oh how it fills me with distaste

To hear the shrieking morning bell

and go to class with haste.

Oh how I so badly want to cry

When every teacher asks us “Why?”

Oh how I nearly fall asleep

From hours of extra work each week.

Oh my mental health has never been worse

Because, of cours...

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Back in 1964 was my first day in school

I was really shy really didn’t want to be there

Mrs. Davis was my teacher she was not nice at all.

She was really old and mean

She had a nasty look she really talked

Quite hateful to the students in her class

I did not want to be there

The windows were all open

So when she stepped out of the room

I went out the window started running toward my home

T...

Oh how I longed for this day

I believed it would have been more of an hooray

Shopping for my last first day felt like so much fun

But as of now I wish it was never done

People may say “high school is the best years, make the most of it”

But now that it is almost done I feel like I need more of it

I’ve never thought of time in an orbit

However living in it’s reality I have realized

Those peop...