"The system's broken -- the school's closed; the prison's open."
The front entrance to the school, which was usually closed.
The science side of the school. Where the nerds where.
The sign the seniors would always ignore, no matter what year it was.
The full side area, where we'd fight/play/curse/grab/rap/stunt.
The covered side area, where those of us who could walk home would wait to watch the girls/guys go home first, because we had nothing better to do but play Sonic the Hedgehog.
The yard, next to the student parking lot. Where it all went down.
The front, where we'd wait to be picked up, back when we were freshmen and sophomores, before we had cars.
The side angle. The path towards the side door that we took every day before classes began.
The "new" gym. If you were around in the early nineties, you remember the "old" gym. The hot, tiny, shitty gym.
Outside the baseball field.
The field, on the other side of Cedar Point (my house was about three houses to the left).
Where the band director once led practice. The band is breaking up for good; the band will get back together again.
Here come the shadows.
The sun sets.
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