time moves s l o w l y:

seconds until lunch,

hours until school gets out,

7 months to

graduation.

it’s not that i don't want to be here.

it’s just that

my stomach keeps turning,

my eyes can barely stay open,

and i’m simply sad at  

school.

it’s not that i don't like school either.

but walking through the hallways

i feel as if i am an ant trying to dodge someone's foot

to get to class.

i look around.

i have not even a year of high school left;

volleyball will be done, graduation is so c l o s…

my thoughts stutter.

i sense a tall body hovering over me.

my head turns to my teacher.

after a century of daydreaming

disappointment darkens her

eyes.

my eyes dart back to my school work

and suddenly i bring myself

back to reality

with 7 months

to

graduation.