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The entrance gate familiar to my gaze

My eyes meander to the tall building

  Nothing has changed so far

   Still the same as the previous years

    I treaded the hallway slowly

     Wishing time would halt just for today

      My mouth was feeling the drench

       As I near the door leading to my class

      Hands colliding in sweat

     Carrying a colossal irrational fear

    The doorknob opened, I wish not

   About 20 stare or something I got

  The prominent figure looked my way

In a sarcastic way she verbalizes her dismay

“Oh Miss you’re way too early for your next class”