I am in front of Decatur High School, my home away from home for the past three years. Just one year left here before it releases me into the "real world." I walk into the building that's all too familiar and head straight up the stairs to room 321, my favorite classroom. Ms. Cassell is sitting at her desk, smiling as always and welcoming her students as they eagerly file into her classroom. It's as if the sole reason for their coming to school was 4th period creative writing.
I see Jacob sitting in the desk next to mine, behind him Daniel, and beside Daniel, Caleb. It's my happy little 4th period gang.
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