The familiar smell of failure filled my nose. The usual knocking and dodging of adolescent bodies filled the hallways. My Nike backpack hugged onto my shoulders for dear life as I maneuvered through the distant timberwolf gray ancient colored walls. I rose my head back and closed my eyes to embrace the moment. I took a deep inhale of the scent I would be stuck for 180 days. "Oh the smell of school. I can smell 50% tests, hoes hunting for excitement, Axe, left out coffee in the teachers' lounge, and just plain ol' high school scent in the air" I sighed and still kept my head up staring at the ceiling. A new year, a new fresh start.All Rights Reserved