Winter Break

The best part about winter
Is coming soon

A break from the pressures
Of high school

No more scrutiny
Every day

No more papers due
Or tests to take

School is a horrid place
Full of woe

Eyes are always on me
Head to toe

Hands of the clock, Move!
I command

Can’t make time go faster
Staring at the big hand

Not hearing a word
Teacher utters

Oblivious to passed notes
And student mutters

Pitched forward in my seat
Ring bell ring

Gripping the edges of my books
Chime bell, Ding!

Finally, it blares, like a starting pistol
I bolt

Hit the halls, moving fast

Spin the dial, grab the bag

Outside I can breathe

Students flee, fan out

Someone one calls my name
“Hey Kate”

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