Waiting for the time to tick and tock, staring at that red numbered clock. The sun spills in, the heat rises up; oh, the time waiting to be spent, in that hourglass cup. The tapping of pencils, the shuffling of shoes, the moaning sighs of what we want to do. Fans whiring and teachers' groans, "Wouldn't we all rather be alone?" Students grumbling as they race out the door, another hot day, another steaming score.
(Well, it was a hot day today that bothered everyone where I live.. sweatdrop I didn't mean to make it rhyme, I really stink at that...)
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I plan to write about certain things that happen throughout the day that inspire me to write bits of poetry, short stories or any other literary material that I will never finish but, just want to write down (type so to speak XD).
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