Yakapin

The bell rings, I shiver.
I keep my head down, the bell rings.
I push my pen harder against the paper, trying to spell out the feeling.

I stop.
The bell rings, my eyes fill with tears.
My hands shake, my body freezes.
One by one, my tears fall.
The letters fade — slowly.

I lift my head, the bell rings
My pen drops.

I smile.