As I rush towards my destination

I am blocked by two fighters

Twice my height.

They attack my uniform,

pulling it up,

Then me with it.

I scream,

Tears streaming down my eyes!

I get angry,

I turn around,

I relieve my stress upon the guerrillas.

I rush away from them,

faced with the challenge of outrunning my now

even angrier

enemies.

Chasing after me with their natural weapons,

Their goal to detain me in waste,

I reach my destination.

but i am late for class.