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The halls were crowded with people, and the chaos was so perfect, like a movie. There was the couple that was always making out on the left side of the hall, and about ten feet farther down, the cliquey girls. Opposite them, the cliquey jocks, and between them, the parade of band geeks with their huge instrument cases. There were the aerospace tech kids who never did anything but make paper airplanes and the fashion kids that wheeled mannequins and clothing racks down the halls. And then there was me, not that I fit into any of those groups.

By unfinishedsentenc, March 21, 2015.
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The halls are dressed in black and white and the tiles are a checker board with humans as the pieces. The whole building sends a chill down my spine and reminds me of something out of my nightmares. I do not want to be here, I think and I wrap my arms around my chilled body; this is the last place I want to be. Unfortunately it is my fault I’m here, my doing, there is no going back now. Hesitantly I walk up to the door with the small twenty-one nailed above it, checking the paper in my hand as I do. This is it, this is where my actions have lead me, I slowly open the door, which lets out a tired old groan as the hinges protest.

Laughter sounds along the halls, joined with excited conversations and shouts. Model worthy girls perch on the tables like exotic birds gossiping and giggling, a football fly’s above their heads between two jocks in varsity jackets parading their toned muscles. Groups of high schoolers sit around the room laughing and causing all kinds of ruckus, all except one group that sit silently staring at laptop screens with massive headphones which appear to be permanently strapped to their heads. A breath of air brushes my ear; I follow the breeze and see a blue striped paper plane gracefully gliding through the air before sliding across the tiled hall to stop with its nose against the wall.

By Neicy Hook, August 10, 2015.
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The school hallway stank. The odour of the stale urine curled from under the restroom doors, depressingly mixed with deodorant and body odour in equal measure. Kelsey kept her her head down and pushed her way through the sea of despondent faces. She scoffed as she walked under the banner: "The child in pursuit of knowledge, not knowledge in pursuit of the child." Another day of tedium rammed down their throats with the keen sting of stress - always the tests, always the reporting, always the reminders of the consequences of failure.

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The school hallway must have been designed my a manic depressive, either that or someone obsessed by grey. The teachers had done their bit, hanging posters in primary colours, yet the overall impression was of drabness. Lily longed to paint the doors rainbow, or better yet blow off the roof and replace it with a glass dome. She could see plants in pots reaching up for the sunlight and butterflies flitting in-between. Bump. Lily flew into the prison-hued wall; standing still for too long was never a great idea.

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The hallway is broad and straight like the old canal that cuts through the town, only instead of watery greens overhung by new foliage it is all scarred and peeling paint. The floor is shiny though, just like the water in the mornings, brought to a high polish by the caretaker.

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Come six in the evening the school hallway is empty, the roar of the recess times replaced with silence. Maxwell slides off the table in room ten and walks to the lobby, the new sound being her own footfalls echoing from the walls,

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The school hallway is different today. Along the walls are balloons pinned on with cheap tacks, many of them already withering. Their colours are garish in the bold strip lights and from some dangle curled ribbons. It looks like a toddler's birthday party minus the cake and gifts. I see Greg right ahead and as soon as his eyes catch mine he does a big eye roll - a gesture I reciprocate right away.

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The hallways are dark marble floors and white walls, not a hand print or scuff mark anywhere. The doors are a glossy black, numbered with silver digits that match the globe shaped handles. It isn't just the materials though, it's the dimensions, the width being at least twice that of Brampton High.

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Spring break arrived and the hallways of the school were filled with tons of kids ready to go home. Every ear filled with the sound of multiple conversations going off at once, lockers opening and closing, music playing without headphones...

By derpqueen, January 27, 2016.