"Since then – 'tis Centuries – and yet
Feels shorter than the Day"

I drifted off,
head drooping,
leaning over the edge--

BONK!

Snapping right up,
pain flaring at my forehead,
red flushed over my face.

"I wasn't sleeping!"
I insisted quickly,
hissing at those snickers
my classmates failed to hide.

"Well, that's wonderful,"
Ms Rose with her gassy giggle,

"Well, I expect
you will be able to
complete
this poem's analysis
without my help, then?"

I sucked in a breath, bracing myself.

Ms Rose had on that ugly face
that meant she wasn't happy.

"Yes, ma'am,"
there was no other answer.

And today,
I went home bitter.

"Who could blame me
if her classes are terrible?"
I whined.

And instead of doing my
homework,

I picked up my phone,

and played a game.

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