Treasure Island

Danya Qattea


Late For School


People running in such a hurry.
Snow falling in sudden flurry.
People running against time.
They are all pushing.
I slip. I fall.
I am full of grime.
No matter.
I pick myself up and start to run,
going towards something supposed to be fun.
We all load up.
Confusion starts.
We don't know who's supposed to go in who's car.
After a time of pushing and shoving,
slightly annoyed,
but all still loving,
we settle on our way,
finally past the hardships of morning day.

Submitted: Sunday, November 24, 2013
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My whole family woke up late for school, and we were all rushing. I wrote all of this down on the way to school because I thought that the whole ordeal was just funny. That is why, if you were confused by the title, I named it that.

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