Tasting only fear in you month as you walk down the hallways of your school.

Inhaling the stench of pubescent sweet and cheap make up as you walk down the hallways of your school

You feel the iPod weighing down your pocket as your ear phones trace down your chest to that same pocket as you walk down the hallways of your school.

You see endless rows of lockers accompanied by faceless mannequins whilst recognising only the lunch money tax collectors; who according to your parents share fond memories with as you walk down the hallways of your school.

You hear hope. You hear bliss. You hear paradise. As you walk down the hallways of your school