I firmly close the slick car door and step onto the curb. From my heavy bag I take out my pack of spearmint gum and take a piece, my favorite. I trudge on and avoid the deep puddles on the sidewalk. The sky is overcast. Just another day in paradise. I can smell the oncoming rain. Its moisture permeates everything. Up the steep hill I climb. I hear sophomoric students and their obnoxious shouts. Why do they stay outside in inclement weather when inside it is warm and dry? I taste the refreshing gum. I walk some more and hear the low engine growl of a car nearby. I can now smell breakfast food wafting from the cafeteria. I go up the old concrete stairs onto the portico. A wall of warmth hits me as I step through the heavy glass door held by a
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I walk on the glossy linoleum floors. Somebody walks past, they must have used the entire bottle of axe body spray. I can hear the squelching of wet shoes. I readajust my backpack. The buzzing sound of talking can be heard from the open cafeteria. The smell of tantalizing pancakes wafts. I stop by the water fountain and take a drink of startlingly cool water. I walk by the large flight of stairs to my locker. I hear a siren in the distance wailing. Squinting, I look at the lock on my locker and put in the simple combination. 1...2...3… I open up my locker with a loud rattling clang. Heaving my heavy bag, I start unloading it into the cramped locker. I almost drop a fabric covered textbook because of its stretching material. I look at one of my witty chicken locker magnets and grin. I grab my large binders and multitude of thick tome-like textbooks. I clasp on to the metal doorknob of the library. As soon as I enter the smell of old books fills my nose. I drop a light novel into the large pile labeled RETURN. I can hear the squeaky book cart go through the aisles. I spit out my now tasteless gum into the bin. While walking across the bridge I smell the unpleasant smell of unwashed
I walk on the glossy linoleum floors. Somebody walks past, they must have used the entire bottle of axe body spray. I can hear the squelching of wet shoes. I readajust my backpack. The buzzing sound of talking can be heard from the open cafeteria. The smell of tantalizing pancakes wafts. I stop by the water fountain and take a drink of startlingly cool water. I walk by the large flight of stairs to my locker. I hear a siren in the distance wailing. Squinting, I look at the lock on my locker and put in the simple combination. 1...2...3… I open up my locker with a loud rattling clang. Heaving my heavy bag, I start unloading it into the cramped locker. I almost drop a fabric covered textbook because of its stretching material. I look at one of my witty chicken locker magnets and grin. I grab my large binders and multitude of thick tome-like textbooks. I clasp on to the metal doorknob of the library. As soon as I enter the smell of old books fills my nose. I drop a light novel into the large pile labeled RETURN. I can hear the squeaky book cart go through the aisles. I spit out my now tasteless gum into the bin. While walking across the bridge I smell the unpleasant smell of unwashed