Waking up early in the morning,
As the first rays of sunshine tiptoe through our curtains
Throwing our covers over, making our bed,
Then walking like zombies towards the kitchen
Spooning our cereals into our mouths,
With our half-mooned and tired eyes.
At a glance at the clock,
We realise how late we are,
In a flurry, we slip on our horrid uniform,
And run like the wind towards our ride
Making it, only as the bell rings for class.
Whilst listening to the teacher drone in class
Students play their secret games on their laptops
Then shutting ...