Trapped in the Classroom

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Confined to a desk.

Blinking, breathing, silent thoughts.

Half-heartedly attempting to focus, rising above.

All the loud, obnoxious classmates I so dearly love.

Conversing,

Texting,

Pencil-tapping hyenas.

Shrieking and screeching their ravenous call, trading sarcastic looks.

Then there is me, scribbling and scratching in my notebook.

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