Memorising High School.

• Rachael Swannell, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2012

School’s a prison, it’s like a cell.
In a classroom with students from hell.
Gossip spreads through hall to hall, jaws suddenly hit the floor.
Written rumours on the wall, treasured memories taunt us all.

The high school sweet heart, the school dance that fell apart,
take me back to when those days would start.
The braces, the glasses, the pimples. I had it all.
I hated those days but I wouldn’t mind going back at all.
Even though it felt like hell,
I miss my friends and the teachers as well.
The beauty, the body it was oh so good.
The heart breaks, the moments of laughter that were pure gold.
They were the best years of my life!