I touch the wall of the dilapidated building and the paint begins to peel off.The names of the best friends aren’t there anymore.I try to relive the days spent here.Running in the corridors as a kid, sitting on the parapet and gossiping with friends, looking at the boards sometimes with a blank expression.

I see the laughter, enjoyment, friendships, silent tears and the knowledge gained, all in a flash.

I look and touch one last time, my old school building that is on the verge of demolition.

-The Chubby Little Girl.

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