They crowd around the sight

Shouting 'fight, fight, fight, fight'

Textbooks flying, hair being pulled

This is school, it never gets old

The smell of brand new pencils, shavings everywhere

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Whispers sound throughout the room, barely even there

The teachers voice drones on and on

The bell rings, in seconds everyone is gone

Lunch is a disaster, I'm painfully aware

Of voices shoutng, rising high, everyone wants to share

The end of the day can't come fast enough

But when the final bell rings, it get's very rough

Everyone pushing, frantic to get away

That was school, now it's time to play