Poems about school - A Day Away From School

A Day Away From School - Poem by Bushra Shahid

Everyone hates school. From the little, minute kids to the huge bullies of the school. Oh how I would wish to just run away and never see the sight of the huge prison where children are hit and scared stiff.
I sat thinking in the ugly, uncomfortable chair the 'school' provided. What would I do first if I ever DID run away?
Well, that was obvious. I would do eveything which the monsters told me was bad for us. Ice-cream! I would go to the ice-cream van and buy the biggest cone of Freedom. Then I would tear all of my test and exam papers and throw them where they belonged. In the dustbin. Now, for the worst trick of all called 'The Student Speciality.'
I would take my pet mice from my room and put them in a box wrapped beautifully with a cute ribbon on top. Teachers are literally in love with beautiful boxes. I would then send it to the school headmistress. And then then the cruel woman would open it and what would she find? Mice. Mice all over her. Haha. That would teach her a lesson.
I would get all of my friends to join. I imagined all of us wearing our helmets and swords and our shield. I imagined all of us running towards the school like in a war. And CLUCK. There goes the Maths teacher's head. And now for the English teacher. The horrible, mean, rotten egg who has no mercy at all. I would find her and make her pay for the horrible time she gave us. Oh, how bliss life would be!
'Pay attention.' I jumped into the air. My rotten english teacher was on my head. Trouble. But I knew a day would come when I would have revenge. But for the time being I had no intention of getting detention. So I smiled and said in my sweetest voice, 'I'm sorry, miss. You look very pretty today.' The magic line. The typical line which makes teachers happy and smile. But not this one. She narrowed her eyes and looked at me like a piercing knife. But thankfully she thought I was telling the truth. She walked away with her big feet and I was left sniggering behind her.
No point in telling her that my friend had pinned a sign on her back which said, 'I'm a bully. A cruel mean gruesome monster.' Lets hope she goes like that during break time so that everyone could see the sign. My friend and I exchanged a malicious and cruel smile. I had the perfect plan as to what to do next to her. Put cockroaches on her table!