Revisiting my old school had always been something I had wanted to do. Saying hi to my teachers, asking the kids how it is, things like that. It turned out to be very different.

As I walked to the school gates, I already noticed something was off. No children played in the playgrounds, and no teachers were insight. The place seemed…abandoned. The swings creaked in the wind and the concrete was co...

At the lake, she was swimming in

But something happened to her to caused her to revisit her old school

She drowned in the lake and she woke to her high school years as an adult

Her memory was shattered from drowning

In her teen years, she was a loner so she just drifted into herself and she had a friend in high school who just wanted to get what he wanted from her so is this her chance to reli...

Nach 30 Jahren, etlichen Umrundung der Stadt und reisen in die Welt, kam er wieder zu dem Ort zurück, an dem alles begann.

Jetzt wohnte er sogar direkt gegenüber der alten Schule, an der er so gelitten hatte.

Es war nicht so, dass er gemobbt worden wäre oder unbeliebt gewesen ist. Er war nur nicht da. Selbst wenn er in der Schule war, war er mit seinen Gedanken beständig woanders.

Er sah gut au...

God, I’m so excited to return to my old school. I remember attending high school like it was yesterday: I was captain of the football team, dating the hottest girl in school and everyone either wanted to be me or be with me. It was such a dream. Obviously, I’ve fallen off a bit since then—I’m now a construction worker, but I’ll always cherish the days of school.

Yesterday, my high school girlfrie...

The invitation arrived on a Saturday morning, and I just stared at it as if my past was coming back to haunt me. I hesitatntly opened up the letter and asked my wife to read it to me. My greatest fear was realized when she read the following:

Dear Mike,

It is that time again. We request your presence at our 20th high school reunion. Meet your friends and share what you have accomplished and wher...

i used to dream

id assume her position at my middle school

id make a positive difference in the lives of kids

just like she did to me and so many others

but the thing is

i dont want to

be in the same building that kept me alive in my darkest days?

walk the halls i grew up in?

the ones i first admitted i didnt want to be alive in?

the ones where i told her i cut myself the night before?

th...

On a sunny day Rachel drove, and she saw her old school.

She suddenly stopped, and decided to visit. Rachel wanted to see how the school was doing.

She entered, and memories suddenly filled her head.

Rachel remembered her friends. Most of them, she had already lost contact with. She also remembered her teachers, and what it was like to be in class. Rachel remembered what she learned. She remembere...

I was not planning on being here. I did not have fond memories of this place. I didn’t even want to be here. And yet, here I was, back at my old high school.

I walked by the stairs I had broken my foot on. That was not something I wanted to think about.

I didnt even look at the math classroom. That was also not something I wanted to relive.

Really, no matter where I went, I didn’t want to be....

As I walked through the familiar halls of my old high school, memories flooded my mind. It had been nine years since I transitioned from male to female, and returning to this place felt like stepping into a time capsule. The whispers and stares that once haunted me were now replaced with confidence and self-assurance. I had come a long way since then.

As I made my way to the cafeteria, I noticed ...

𝖬𝗒 𝗌𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗅 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗎𝗇𝗎𝗌𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌, 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖨 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗈𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆 𝗐𝖾 𝗉𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝗈 𝗈𝗇 𝗌𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗅 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝖿𝗍. 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗈...