Stand Out From Underneath It All

The bell rings as my friends and I run
It's my favorite class
Yes, lunchtime has begun

We all walk to jury as I search for my car
The air is ice as I crank up the heat
Grace is always in the front while Alysha takes the back seat

McDonalds or Taco Bell is the question of the moment
We scream out choices and how much money we can scrape up
"McDonald's it is!" I scream as I drive
Who doesn't love the dollar menu?
It makes us feel rich.

Some nuggets
A few sodas
And maybe a small fry

We go back to school and laugh so hard that we cry
The warmth of my lunch burns my mouth
As I finish my food and go to my next class at High School South.