Can'T Wait For Eighth. Poem by Shannon Nicole

It's the first period of the day,
Sitting there, spacing out and now the bell has rung.
Stepping into the crowded all of high school,
There's kids that walk too slow or stand in groups in front of lockers.
Two minute bell just rang and you're arriving to second period,
That class flies, so does third and fourth.
Now you're in homeroom, next you're sitting next to way too happy people,
That don't stop talking and annoying the hell out of you when you've got your earphones in.
Next your in 6th period doing labs and such,
Time flies because you know what you're doing.
Now you're in seventh hour,
Pictures and photoshop are easy to learn,
But this class seems to take forever to end.
So you're sitting there,
Crossing and uncrossing your legs,
Then crossing them again, while checking your phone every two minutes to see how many minutes are left of class.
Pulling out candy and such to see if your jitteriness would speed up the hour,
But it doesn't, it makes you want to crash because you're not doing anything exciting just yet.
So then it's 2: 20 and class is over,
The bell has rang and you're basically power walking down six flights of stairs, through a hallway, and to the only locker without a lock.
You place the books from period six onto the top shelf above your English book,
Then you slam it shut, then apologize because you spun around too quick and hit someone.
You get to the locker room and get your gym uniform on,
Lock your locker and walk into the small gym.
You can't help but smile, because he's standing there,
So, you try and hide your face by looking down and biting your lip.
Your body's shaking and you mind is racing,
But once he wraps his arms around you,
Everything becomes comepletely calm again.
This class feels like the quickest, because he's there and you don't have to wait,
But then the bell rings and the day's over.

Great, now I've gotta wait for tomorrow to begin,
You thought to yourself as you got onto that crowded bus.