High School

As i rose to leave the room, i noticed that the dozens of florescent lights over my head created a million little shadows below me.  the soft sliding of dress shoes through the halls that was created by the soccer teams formal apparel gave the hallways a hushed acoustical sound, as did the suspended ceilings.  when we entered the library, i heard the commotion of young children attempting to achieve the completion of a project.  as i sat down on the blue beanbag, i saw a few tiny Styrofoam beads flew into the air like snowflakes on a cold december night.  After we left, a ran my hands across the hallway walls.  the smooth tile that runs across it makes a high pitched squeak and makes me cringe slightly. then we come back to the room which has the lingering smell of colognes and perfumes from many a dozen students


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