In T-minus, one hour.
Approximately.
First I'll have to lug this huge bookbag
Over to the bus stop
And then I'll endure a bus ride with the Delaware scum.
And I'll swim through the halls of Hayes,
Half-dead at this point.
And I'll see people.
And I won't stop to chat.
Because I'll feel like puking.
And I fall in a heap (Not literally) into the classroom.
And die.
That's the next hour of my life
And it needed to be written down?
Nope,
But I, personally, needed it.
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