New School

Slowly as it approached, my body began to quiver. Finally, I became valiant and up the stairs I slivered. Apprehension built up in me and I stood there, frozen Why was this the school my parents have chosen I sprinted down the aisle, catching no attention I didn’t want to be the one everyone had to mention The youngest; smallest, the babies of the rest Everyone else, excited galore and surely filled with zest After settling in my seat, waiting to finally arrive, I reminisced about my home from which I was deprived Distressed and on edge, I gawked out the window As we approached, kids were as aroused as a Jindo. The populous on the bus absconded so effectually However, I was aghast and perceived perceptually I skittered off the bus and admired the edifice Here I’m at my new school, my old one I will miss.