The Run

 

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.