The every-day life of a high school kid

• Ralph Redoblado, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2005

Wake up in the misty morning.
To the busy, boring day.
I listen to my i-pod.
As i'm blinded by the sun ray.

Breathing the school air.
Filled with intoxicated gas.
The students look at me.
As they come in to pass.

As I eat my little lunch.
I look around the school.
I see students and some seniors.
Acting really dumb and cool.

Whilst the day go by and by.
My load begins to feel heavy.
But with a positive mind.
Means I am unexpectedly ready.