I’m sitting in class,

Which class again

Staring out the window,

Is that a bird I see?

The teacher droning on in the background,

Oh it’s History

I’m hearing

Railways

But not registering

What about them?

The soft beat from the Mp3 of a friend

I know this song

A paper plane soaring over head

The fifth one so far

A mobile phone rings

It better not be mine

A Chavs loud laugh

It goes right through my head

The bell rings

Thank god it’s lunch.