In a sprawling concrete universe, a labyrinth of corridors where everybody knows the way all except for me. Every classroom's in disguise, every corner is a mystery. I got lost after geography and now I'm late for history. My cheeks resemble beet roots, my books heavy as bronze, I fight for breath whilst all the kids just glide about like swans. Teachers tap their watches, they sigh and roll their eyes. But this school is like a city, deep and vast as summer skies. One by one the other kids are joining cues and talking, but I'm completely clueless as to whereabouts I'm walking. I know of a callic big school, but these buildings are gigantic. It's super chilled at break time, but after bell it's frantic. And these posters could be hieroglyphs, they make no sense to me. My stairs go on forever and I'm late for lesson 3. I've got my pencil case, my planner, my lunch box and my books, but still I'm feeling paranoid from all the funny looks. How come they're so popular, so good at making friends? A bit there I'll just lonely too, a bit there I just pretend. I find it hard to swallow that everyone knows the way. It's a maze besides of Mexico that changes every day. It's a ruby cube of half familiar landmarks in my mind and why have a scary teachers for most difficult to find? How on earth will they ever get a single GCSE when everybody knows the way, all except for me?