Why Am I Here

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.

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