School

Every morning, 6:45am

I would usually take the bus.
Where was I going?
It's so much of a daily routine that,
our bodies automaticaly does it.

After a few minutes ride, I finally arrived.

At a compound.
Many times bigger then our homes.

Though big, it's still comfy.
Enough to cal it our second home.

All around me, there was a bunch of emotions.
Some were happy,
Some wore a tired expression
while others just dragged their feet to the gates.

We have all come.
To our second home,
Our school.

I could here the chime of the bell.
Signaling either dread or joy.

No matter what happens here,
bittersweet and sour memories would always remain.
All the things I've learnt in this dome of knowledge,
I'll never forget them.

After going through 3/4 of day at school,
I finally stepped out of the gates.

Looking back at it,
I'm awfuly glad I'm studying here.
No matter what the hardships,
I'd always be grateful to you,
my school