Bustling and pushing students fill hallways. The burning in my thighs as I trek up the stairs. People laughing about something they did. This is the start of our school day.
Almost everyday's the same. We struggle through class. Everyone glances at the clock every three minutes. This is the classes of our school.
Listening to the teacher. I stop. And start talking. We look at things that people had bought and chat until there's nothing to chat about.
Boys here are rough and some are tall. People are jostled and pushed into lockers. We hate boys.
Only a few boys are okay, but that's another story. Students wait for the bell to buzz...BEEP! Teachers yell the homework at already escaping students.
All the time, we have fun. There isn't a boring day at Balboa!
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