High School Alone
School is starting up again. Sometimes I feel like it's never going to end. Even though it's from 9 to 4. If it was way more. Homework always piling up. I just feel stuck. Between griping parents and bitchy teachers. My only escape is behind the bleachers. Texting during class. While I am still trying to pass. But all I and up with is D's and F's. My life is just a big mess. Prepy cheerleaders with pom-poms in my face. There just a big disgrace. Jocks only date them. And their leader must be Him. Then there are the skaters. But everyone says that they are heaters. Then comes a long the goths. They don't even know the jocks. Emot are barely there. With their waky black hair. These are just a few kinds of groups I will see. While I sit here alone by the tree.
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