Distracted

Whispered conversations,

I can't concentrate.

History reading?

Hah!

I'll do it…

never.

The lights buzz,

like music lulling

me to sleep.

The girls turning pages

unheard now, as my eyes blank.

Oversized books

protruding unevenly from

the shelves.

There's so many…

One…two…three…

Ah!

Slap!

Wake up!

Do your work!

I want to,

but I don't.

The lined page is blank,

and the textbook is

a pretty shade of

red…

Torn corners

on the edge of my book

annoy me so.

Will I be charged?

Not like it was purposefully;

wait and see.

My bag, soccer.

Over now and the uniform

must be returned.

Not a waste of time.

I hope the man is there.

I'll go…