All I hear is the tick tock of the clock as I sit in English 4A The soft yet annoying click as each second goes past Mrs. Smith drones into the Charlie Brown interpretation And all the football jocks huddle into their own corner as if to decide on a play When really they're just talking about who they laid this weekend The gothics stand around and curse at how stupid life is How pissed off they are about absolutely everything The geeks pull out their calculators and play games The preps slap eachother high fives and congratulate eachother on winning the game As for me, I just sit here Listening to only the tick tock of the clock Watching them, wondering what they're thinking and what goes on inside their heads.
Reason for writing:
Just drifting.....
Birth sign: Scorpio
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