I walk into class.

The clock is ticking like an atomic bomb.

The teacher is going on and on.

I'm like a tiger ready to pounce.

But to be honest, I feel small as a mouse.

People pick up their pens.

Most peoples hands are in the zone.

The paper infront of me, is as white as a cotton bud.

Waiting for my answers to be written on it, oozing out like blood.

The voice in my head is a cloud of worry.

The motiovation in me right now is like a sloth.

DING DING DING, the bell goes of like an intense chime.

Uh oh I've run out of time.

The bell signals for the end of the day.

The atmoic bomb has gone off to play.