Ill get on the bus with my friend and we'll screw around on the bus.
I get to school and 1st and 2nd periods fly by. Then there's third. Math. As soon as I walk in I can hear the clock Saying "This is going to fly by!" It never does. I walk out looking disheveled and worn out after the 75 hours of being tortured.
Finally recess the most challenging part of the day for the new kid. But luckily for me a guy from my fourth and fifth invited me to go and play football.
Then there's seventh it's like a race that you can't quite see the end of. When the dismissal bell rings it's a race to my locker because if I don't get there before the top one does I have to wait. Sometimes I wish I had a to locker more than anything.
After I get off the bus in the afternoon I start walking home ans just have fun.