A slight breeze sweeps past me as I walk into my school. I feel no memories whatsoever. No nostalgia. Nothing reminiscent of my time there. Dead leaves, orange and brown, form a crackling carpet; probably blown in from the trees outside as a winter greeting. Broken window panes line the concrete walls. I find a shard of what used to be a looking glass for younglings. The place feels very foreign to me, yet a tinge of familiarity still stirs behind the peeling walls. I am welcomed by the many arches of secret and lust, the never-ending hallway of thoughts and sighs. Abandoned, there are no voices of babbling children, but instead an eerie silence with whispers of the wind.
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Authori am just an ordinary teenage girl. my name and whereabouts are unimportant. this is my story. all written work is original unless credited. Archives
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