School, a kid's worst nightmare.
Everywhere you go it's off to gym class or to social studies or to math class.
It's a labyrinth of hallways, lockers and bathrooms.
"Good morning class," said Mrs. Smith.
Mrs. Smith, she is like a mouse in many ways.
Including the beady eyes, brown hair and buck teeth.
The classroom had to be spotless.
Sometimes when you wanted to annoy Mrs. Smith you'd wear dirty jeans.
I sit next to Gretchen, my best friend.
She is the most popular kid in class.
I don't know why she chose me to be her best friend but I like it.