"My Mondays" ~Poem~

7:09AM I arrive at A06
I'm tired, I'm grumpy, my head's in a mix
I walk down the narrow path to my seat
dropping my heavy bookbag, wishing I had some food to eat
The room is rather barren; there's no one here at all
yet I can hear the hustle and bustle of the kids in the hall
I sit my butt down on the cold, metal desk
Wishing I could curl up in a ball and take a long rest
But then the teacher waddles in, slamming her books
Then smiles with fat-puffy cheecks- the weirdest of looks
I reach for my books with a grumpy groan
and then I hear the most annoying of sounds-
a girl texting on her cell phone!
The beapanous beeping!
The clickity-clicks!
I want to smash it!!
I want to stomp it!!
I want to beat it with sticks!!
I want to tell the teacher-
I want to get her in trouble-
I want her to know how I feel-
about cell phones
I'll give her a hint!
But before I explode with anger,
my feelings are calmed by
my yummy
winterfresh
Mint.