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Strolling from the parking lot to her first classroom, Molly had taken the most out of the way path to homeroom that she could muster out without being late. She had been attending this school for far too long, and knew every path way and every nook and cranny along the way. Eventually Molly made her way to her homeroom classroom. She spot several familiar faces nodding and smiling at them but not fully engaging conversation with them. Taking a seat she listened to the conversations around her, smirking at some of the exchanges as people suddenly "remembered" what it was like to be in school, and what their so called "friends" had been up to.

Mr. Mitchell made his grand appearance speech and expressed to us how this room was going to work. Molly took a look at the walls and imagined how by the end of the year they would be filled to the brim with art work. Cool. The girl ran a hand over her mess of a hair, smoothing down any fly aways that had crept up. With the sound of the bell she strolled off with the other seniors, towards the field to see what festivities would be in store for them this year. She also kept an eye out for any new female customers she would be obtaining this year.