School

Desks stacked on either side of the hallway

The gym smells of a fresh layer of wax and wet paint

Most lights are off, a few dead crickets in the hall

This doesn't seem like school at all

If I close my eyes I can remember

Coming to school in sweatpants and UGGs last December

I can remember walking down the hallway with my friends

And waiting on our nine month sentence to end

Missing the eighth graders I used to cheer with

Randomly calling them up just to throw a fit

"High School is so haaard"

Surprised I made it this far

In a month it all starts again

And I can see all my old friends 

And the new ones that I've made this summer

Hoping sophomore year is funner

No enemies this year, now I've settled all my beefs

Don't wanna have anyone mad at me

Ready to open my new locker in the old hallway

Head to the field smelling like grass and spray paint

All the lights will be on and my friends in the hall
Is it bad to say I can't wait for this fall?

Reviews

[ANTO]

I hated school. I envy you Annabelle.
There are so many 'stand out tracks' on this poetic album -
I especially liked the use of poetic license in "Hoping sophomore year is funner"
And the amazing metaphor here "Ready to open my new locker in the old hallway"
A sure-fire number 1
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[Annabelle Lee]

thank you, Anto!

[icelandicblue]

I loved school and the crispness of the air, new notebooks and possibilities. If anyone is ready you are.

[Annabelle Lee]

thank you.

[Simon Welsh]

School sucks. This doesn't. Nice.

[Annabelle Lee]

thank you.

[Baby Ricochet]

High school. I'm still having flash backs

[Annabelle Lee]

Wedgies, Baby R? lol

[SquinklaPsyOps]

The character in the poem is trying to compare the beginning of High School to three months of the season Fall, September when school starts, Applause, Great job.

[Annabelle Lee]

Thank you.

[Pryde Foltz]

I loved school too, Annabelle. Lovely write.

[Annabelle Lee]

thank you.

[Nia Hope]

Really cool poem I know the feeling lol

[Annabelle Lee]

thank you.