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School
Empty halls echo laughter of friends, shouts of enemies, and clomp of shoes. Clean, bare floors showing no sign of the dirty, snow-covered shoes cautiously walking over them to get to class. Memories and traditions freshly painted into these white, blinding walls. Sunlight streams through an open window, casting light onto the floor, but onto no one. All are behind heavy, wooden doors waiting for class to begin.
Your ideas of school are so different than mine. But I still like it. (check out my poetry, If yo have time.)