School is like a second home? Sure.
Teachers are like second mothers? Okay...
Come on, none of us teenagers really like studying, now, do we? I can be home-schooled. The only reason we attend that stupid mental asylum, is because...
You wake up, and sleepily do everything, have a bath, change, do your hair, apply lotion. "Only 8 hours of sleep isn't freaking enough time for me to sleep!" Drink the milk, wear your shoes, and the bus honks.
"Leave!" Your mum shouts, and the next thing, you've slung your bag over your shoulder, and you're rushing down the stairs."Ow!" You wince when you trip over the last step and land on your butt. But before even 2 seconds, you're back on your feet, rushing to the gate.
Everything seems to move in freakin' slow motion as you run towards your bus. You see the bus almost going, and you finally reach. The conductor shakes his head, and you enter the bus, panting, but smiling nevertheless.
You finally made it. You sit on the crappy seats of the bus. You listen to your idiot juniors yap and crack stupid jokes that aren't even funny. To say that you roll your eyes every minute is an understatement.
Wait. Just another 15 minutes...
You sleepily smile as you make it into the school premises, but are completely awake as you see your friend's bus pull in just after yours. She waves frantically, and you head down. You wait outside her bus, and she comes. "Heyyyy!" you both yell, hugging the very life out of each other.
And that's why we teenagers go to school. Friends.
It's commercial studies. You yawn and can barely keep your eyes open. You almost sleep, but snap your head up, and look around, when you see your friend's face. It looks ridiculous, and she makes faces when the teacher turns her back. Before you know it, she has a paper ball in her hand, and throws it on the teacher. "Who was it?" Seems to be the teacher's question, and for some reason, the teacher reminds you of Mrs. Dodds from Percy Jackson. Your friend smiles mischievously, covering it up with a very obviously fake cough.
That's what kept me awake today during commerce!
Recess. Ah! Food and friends! The deadliest yet most fun combination ever!
The bell rings, and you shut your books and dump it into your bag. Your friends from the other division rush into your class a moment after, and you remove your food. You gobble it all up along with your friends, and as soon as you do, in goes the box, and out go you.
And those last ten minutes you just get lost with your besties. Roaming the school like it's your kingdom and you're the king! Spending five minutes going from the topmost floor to the ground floor. Finding that one flight of stairs no one uses, and sitting there, all of you, reminiscing about the 'old' days. Thinking nothing could be better than this. Thinking nothing could ruin this moment.
Then the bell rings, and all of you shoot up the stairs, mowing down anything and everything that comes your way. You have to reach in time for next period. Panting, you hug them goodbye, and enter the boring class of yours. Ouch.
Cracking dirty jokes during class, laughing behind the teacher's back. Tickling your friend, her trying to control her laughter. And, oh! The teasing.
Then the bell rings, and it's time to go home. You're not as excited for that as you are to meet your friends for the last time in the day. You rush down the stairs, and there, you see your friends waiting for you on the ground floor, where you hug them and start walking(yeah, we girls hug a lot). The walk from there to the buses, are filled with talks about the day's event. Who pranked whom, who likes whom*giggle*, who fell down, which teacher suspended whom, et cetera. And then there's that point when your buses have to leave, and you frown.
Ouch, I wish the day didn't have to end.
But, hey, you know what? The best part about it, is you go home, fool around, and sleep at night, and then... You get to do it all again.
"There won't be another tonight nut as soon as it ends... We'll do it all again!"
Teachers are like second mothers? Okay...
Come on, none of us teenagers really like studying, now, do we? I can be home-schooled. The only reason we attend that stupid mental asylum, is because...
You wake up, and sleepily do everything, have a bath, change, do your hair, apply lotion. "Only 8 hours of sleep isn't freaking enough time for me to sleep!" Drink the milk, wear your shoes, and the bus honks.
"Leave!" Your mum shouts, and the next thing, you've slung your bag over your shoulder, and you're rushing down the stairs."Ow!" You wince when you trip over the last step and land on your butt. But before even 2 seconds, you're back on your feet, rushing to the gate.
Everything seems to move in freakin' slow motion as you run towards your bus. You see the bus almost going, and you finally reach. The conductor shakes his head, and you enter the bus, panting, but smiling nevertheless.
You finally made it. You sit on the crappy seats of the bus. You listen to your idiot juniors yap and crack stupid jokes that aren't even funny. To say that you roll your eyes every minute is an understatement.
Wait. Just another 15 minutes...
You sleepily smile as you make it into the school premises, but are completely awake as you see your friend's bus pull in just after yours. She waves frantically, and you head down. You wait outside her bus, and she comes. "Heyyyy!" you both yell, hugging the very life out of each other.
And that's why we teenagers go to school. Friends.
It's commercial studies. You yawn and can barely keep your eyes open. You almost sleep, but snap your head up, and look around, when you see your friend's face. It looks ridiculous, and she makes faces when the teacher turns her back. Before you know it, she has a paper ball in her hand, and throws it on the teacher. "Who was it?" Seems to be the teacher's question, and for some reason, the teacher reminds you of Mrs. Dodds from Percy Jackson. Your friend smiles mischievously, covering it up with a very obviously fake cough.
That's what kept me awake today during commerce!
Recess. Ah! Food and friends! The deadliest yet most fun combination ever!
The bell rings, and you shut your books and dump it into your bag. Your friends from the other division rush into your class a moment after, and you remove your food. You gobble it all up along with your friends, and as soon as you do, in goes the box, and out go you.
And those last ten minutes you just get lost with your besties. Roaming the school like it's your kingdom and you're the king! Spending five minutes going from the topmost floor to the ground floor. Finding that one flight of stairs no one uses, and sitting there, all of you, reminiscing about the 'old' days. Thinking nothing could be better than this. Thinking nothing could ruin this moment.
Then the bell rings, and all of you shoot up the stairs, mowing down anything and everything that comes your way. You have to reach in time for next period. Panting, you hug them goodbye, and enter the boring class of yours. Ouch.
Cracking dirty jokes during class, laughing behind the teacher's back. Tickling your friend, her trying to control her laughter. And, oh! The teasing.
Then the bell rings, and it's time to go home. You're not as excited for that as you are to meet your friends for the last time in the day. You rush down the stairs, and there, you see your friends waiting for you on the ground floor, where you hug them and start walking(yeah, we girls hug a lot). The walk from there to the buses, are filled with talks about the day's event. Who pranked whom, who likes whom*giggle*, who fell down, which teacher suspended whom, et cetera. And then there's that point when your buses have to leave, and you frown.
Ouch, I wish the day didn't have to end.
But, hey, you know what? The best part about it, is you go home, fool around, and sleep at night, and then... You get to do it all again.
"There won't be another tonight nut as soon as it ends... We'll do it all again!"
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