First Day On Your Last Nerve
The books are off the shelf
Teachers are heading to the nearest coffee machine
Noises echo the elongated hallways
Time has betrayed you
Loud thuds of lockers slamming abruptly
Could it be?
School is currently back in session
The dreadful feeling of the first day
Routine is once again included into your lexicon
As sure as the moon smiles,
The sun shines onto your supply list
The beginning of a tragic ending
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