"Published for and by the students," the bulletin hums
Shermer High Bulldogs bark with the drums
"Book covers, 2512, markers" bleed through
"Complete coverage of all school activities," too
Here in the stacks where the echoes hang heavy
It's four minutes to seven, the crucible's ready
Posters and slogans stare down from the wall
Detention begins in the silent hall
Five book spines upright in seats on display
A brain, a jock, a basket case, a princess, a stray
"I don't like Mondays," someone carved in the paint
"HELP HELP HELP," plead letters of quiet complaint
An eye drawn, watching, north, south, west, east
Hoping truth roars as an untamed beast
It's four minutes to seven, time turned inside out
Rules on the walls, and we're learning in doubt
"Hackers will be expelled," it says on the wall
But we hack through the labels, we jailbreak them all
Don't judge by book covers, don't group in a bunch
We're more than just Muppets, grade marks, or your hunch
"Lecture series draws...full registration" — nice
But honesty costs a heavier price
"Clark sparks grapplers..." state banners unfurled
Andy's a champion in a suffocating world
"Reference librarian," the gatekeeper of clues
Brian does math on a heart he can't use
Claire's a headline that nobody wrote
Allison's the footnote that chokes in her throat
Bender's the margin where curse words get said
In his case, it's "F*CK YOU!" spoken, not read
"Man of the Year: Carl Reed," framed in gold
The janitor's eyes see the stories unfold
11:29am, 11:30am... the minutes march on
But the bell can't dismiss truth hereupon
It's four minutes to seven, time turned inside out
Rules on the walls, but we're learning in doubt
"Hackers will be expelled," yet we're breaching the gate
And rewriting our names at a quarter to eight
Don't judge by book covers, don't group in a bunch
We're more than just Muppets, grade marks, or your hunch
North, south, west, east
Five fated strangers tame the beast
Confessions, scars, a second chance
A letter signed by circumstance
It's now after four, and the future looks bright
We're not your assumptions, we're what we write
"Keep the Keep the" the poster repeats
But we won't keep the truth where detention meets
Shermer High fades, but the lesson remains:
We're not just trophies, suspensions, or stains
Though maybe "NOT SAVED" we finally see
The club you thought breakfast, has now become free