The Library
The dirty windows blocking out the bright vibrant sun, the books disordely chucked onto the shelves, the librarian ready to pull out each individual strand of hair on her head, students rowdier than ever, footsteps surround me, the teachers efforts to make the class quiet devastatingly fails, the brand new shelves are already covered in a layer of dirt and dust, books sprawled across the floor, the displays that were once stunning in colour now dull and in complete disarray, it's dark the lights were sick of being the days entertainment, they've left but their shrieks and cries still linger within the walls.
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