Back to the hellhole.

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As soon as I step into the double doors it sends shivers down my spine. As I make my way down the hallway I can feel Cold hands down my neck, and the aching pain in the back of my ankle. All of it makes me want to throw up. I turn a corner to another hallway I sigh to myself and I continue walking. I hear sounds in my head I cover my ears, it's like I can almost hear the gunshots. I make my way to class and sit where I usually sit, I wince, the seats freezing cold. Desk are labeled with names, most are empty and some have roses laying on the chairs. I try not to think of what happened to them. I try not to fall asleep during first period, but eventually I sleep through it. I go to second period and I see memorials for various amounts of students in hallways flowers, photos, and letters are inside. " how could a person be so heartless?" I think to myself. Third period was a pain in the rear end. Me and THREE other people were there. Everyone else was just gone. And none of them were my friends, great. Lunch rolls around and I manage to spot one of my friends. "Alex! Come here" I say, slightly shouting. He turns his head and walks over with his lunch tray. I hit my hand on the empty spot next to me symboling him to sit down. He does and we talk, about the shooting, the people who died in it, and my gunshot wound. It results in us crying a bit, but whatever. We walk to our lockers and put our essentials in. I try not to doze off in fourth period but like always trying isn't good enough and I sleep. I wake up to a smacking ruler on my desk " miss Garcia would you like to take a walk to the principals office?" Miss Allison says. Everyone laughs and about 30 seconds in I realize that. " I'm sorry" I say under my breath but loud enough for her to hear. " don't let it happen again" she says tapping my desk with her ruler between every word. A few kids are still snickering but I don't pay them any mind. Then the bell rings. I go to my locker to pick up my essentials and my back pack and make my way down the long, and confusing hallway. Finally I'm out of this wretched place.

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