Back to high school for a day
With each step I took toward the building, the pit in my stomach seemed to expand.
Years ago I promised myself I would never return, yet here I was just yards away.
My thoughts were broken when the girl in front of me narrowly missed smacking into a pole.
That tired, comatose feeling she had is pretty much how I would feel at the end of the school day.
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