26 November 2012
I'm woken by a droning noise.
Worse than a chorus of singing boys.
It plays again and again. Again and again
But I'm still lain
In my cozy comfy bed
Trying to ignore my painful head.
I get up slowly
Moaning lowly.
I check the time.
Ten to nine.
I've missed the bus, I'll be getting shit.
Off of my teachers because of it
I try to wake
My head I shake
But instead
I stumble back to bed
Screw my school…
All the teachers are such fools.
They think they can make me go every day?
If they do there'll be a price to pay.
I smile as I realise they can't force me.
But my smugness is in vain. My heart freezes as I see
My mother standing above my bed.
She grabs the pillow from beneath my head
She takes my quilt and leaves me cold
She might be tired, she might be old,
But try as I might I'm going to school today
So much for "they're gonna pay"
So much for "I'll stay in bed"
I have an aching stomach, a ringing head.
I try and fake I'm deathly ill
She shouts at me, her voice loud and shrill
"If you don't get up, do you know what I'll do?"
"It'll be Extra school for you!"
School Mornings • Opuss № I