Freshmen Dysfunction

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The first time we walked into high school

We were fourteen years old. 

Our hearts beating fast like a roaring roller coaster.

The ups and downs,

Dips and drops,

Hills and loops.

Our hearts jumping into our throats.

 

A deep dark cloud hung over our heads;

Booming and dooming

We felt like strikes of lighting,

Shocks of nerves ran through our veins.

And with eyes of hate the seniors stared.

The school is their cave making them the mother bears.

Shrilling yells and stench of sweat,

The rest of the students file in like ants in a line.

Home sweet home doesn’t seem so comforting.

 

Yet we will rise one day to be at the top.

So beware to the freshmen of 2014,

We are coming for you with our sharp razors claws.

Seniors rule the school, they make the laws.

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