Lunch on the Asphalt!

The bell rings.

I'm out there; dropping onto the stony grey concrete, when I graze my knees I feel like an eagle who's wings

have just dropped off!!

I hear my friends coming up behind me (you could tell it was them from a mile away!!) I touch the lid of my dusty, old lunchbox.

I lick my crummy fingers, they taste delicious!!

I put up my hand and the teacher walks straight past me!!

Oh well, it's lovely. 

Out here in the gentle glare of the sun.