Where is the Trash Can?
My heart pounds as we walk up the stairs
"Thump Thump"
It echos in my eardrums
I take my seat, number 105 is plastered on my shirt
"Thump Thump"
The first person takes there spot behind the line, they begin singing
My self-confidence deflates like a balloon, I can't do this
"Thump Thump"
My heart races faster and faster, I feel cold, hot, and sick all at once
I stand up and my eyes search for the nearest trash can or window to jump out of
"Thump Thump"
It is my turn
I race down the stairs with the rest of the group
"Thump Thump
It's over, I'm done
The End
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