School
I walk through those doors expecting oppertunities
Smiles to grow even bigger on everyones face
People to move to the side for me
And the other girls bowing at my feet
But when I walk in I can smell the awkward situations about to happen
I can see the sweat stains from last weeks speeches
It's horid I proclaim
It's high school they say
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