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There's something about my school at night that makes me giddy. But I'm not quite sure what it is.
I do know though, that I love it after hours. After all the loiterers, and the detention kids, and the teachers who I attempt to avoid, after they all leave, and it's quiet.
Complete. Silence.
Like I can walk down the hall and the only thing I hear is the echo of my footsteps bouncing off the old wooden walls. Or when I can run all the way up to the 4th floor, just to shout down the staircase. And laying in the middle of the floor, without the worry of being told to get the hell up.
Maybe school ain't so bad..