She sits in her desk eagerly

Looking at the clock
‍it seems as if time is moving as slow as a freshman in the halls‍
She sits in her desk silently
Looking at the clock
it seems as if time is taunting her
TICK-TOCK TICK-TOCK TICK-TOCK
‍Trapped in her dull classroom surrounded by four pale walls
The teacher babbles on and on‍

The bells rings,
she springs from her chair,
‍and hurries out the door.
She dodges senior drivers in the parking lot and hops into the hand-me-down, musty-smelling Chevy
Lee Brice blares from the pick-up truck's speakers‍
She rolls down the windows
Fresh air flows throughout the car
‍The truck weaves throughout vast forests and lakes‍
‍Six hours fly by‍
She travels up the familiar gravel driveway,
parks next to the boat's trailer,
and pulls the keys from the ignition.

She sits on the dock peacefully
Looking at the starry sky
reflecting on the tranquil water
She sits on the dock silently
Looking at the starry sky
a silver shooting star bolts from one side to the other
She squeezes her eyes shut to make a wish
but slowly releases the tension to daze at the dreamy scenery
Soaking in all the beauty around her
‍she sighs to herself, "life is better at the lake"‍