I wear my fuzzy jacket,
to stay away from the cold,
“Slurp”, I stand at my bus stop drinking hot tea.
Once I arrive at school, which I call jail, I put away my hot tea,
taking off my jacket,
as it is no longer cold.
When school is over I put on my fuzzy jacket,
and I grab my hot tea,
it is still as warm as hot bread, but becoming cold.
The feeling of the cold breeze through my fuzzy jacket while sipping my hot tea is what a school day means to me.