A Treading Hunchback

I walk faster as the bell rings... resembling a treading hunchback with the heavy blue backpack; I enter quickly: twenty-four steps still to climb! The classmates are quite guile, he teacher looks mad; I trot in, throwing a smooch... she changes her attitude and decides to smile! Bullies laugh...my seat is smeared with black ink! I stand up and loudly scream; she looks in dismay and rebukes the rascals! The class ends, I am the first to head for the door; she hollers," Stop, pretty boy!" Ah, on a bunch of banana peels...I slip!