Laughter echoed about the room

As if in a Colosseum in Ancient Greece

A million imaginary eyes

The sound of a million drums made of heartbeats

But this isn’t Greece or Rome

This is high school

This is Mrs. Smith’s English class

You are front and center

The roar of laughter grounds you

The pointing makes you look down

You run out of the room as you realize your not dreaming

You are naked and giving a speech to your whole class