The bell rings too loud every morning, waking me up with a big, booming sound.
Sometimes, it makes me jump out of bed, my heart pounding like a drum.
I cover my ears and laugh, pretending the bell is a giant shouting “Good morning!”
At school, the bell calls us to class, and I race with my friends to be the first.
Even though it’s loud, the bell helps everyone know when it’s time to learn and play.
After a while, I don’t notice the noise—it becomes part of the day’s rhythm.
The bell ringing is like a drumbeat that starts our adventures and brings us together.
I’ve learned to smile and listen, knowing the bell means a brand-new day.