STINK

    Authors Note: Our school is under construction, and there was a suspicious smell coming from the high school that drifted to the middle school. The high school got to go home but the middle school had to stay at school and tolerate the smell for two more hours.This is describing the way I felt when we were stuck in school.


    High school students got to go home. Now I’m mad and writing this poem. The smell is so horrible. It’s almost unlivable. Teachers say we’re fine. But I might lose my mind. My head is pounding. Are my surroundings closing in around me? Our eyes are watering. The skies may as well be falling. There’s a tickle up my nose. What if it blows? I want to go home. That’s the end of my poem.

Stinging up my nose.

Terrible head splitting headache

Insanely repulsive

Nausea starting to set in

Knees are shaking