The Dread of School

I roll out of bed and remember it’s Monday, I can’t seem to find the motivation. Going to be late; what’s the point anyway? Dreading my desk, my permanent station.

The bus is close, the omen of stress, The arrival bears my greatest fears. Impending doom, Friday’s maths test, Thinking about it sends me to tears.

The constant pressure from those around me, The chance of failing lurks in my head. The feeling you get when you are lost at sea, Not enough sleep; I feel like I am dead.

The loud ringing of the school bell, Signifies the entrance to another day in hell.

By Rithvik Simhadri (Year 8)