I had walked a bit and I was now outside my neighborhood. It wasn’t raining as hard here, but I still kept my umbrella up. It didn't smell as sweet here either but that was ok. The rain was a bit unusual, but I had to right to judge it. I passed the local garden shop, a sushi place, and a small pet store till I made it to school. You couldn't miss it. It was big, it was tall, it was right in front of my eyes. A grim stone brick building, tall as can be. That was my school.

I stood 6 steps before the slick red gate. I clenched the bag in my fingers and slid the creases down my skirt. Made sure my socks were not sinking, and slid my fingers through my bangs. I took a quick look around. I didn’t see many people. I saw one or two teachers making sure their lessons made sense, and running around fixing misspelled questions. It was a bit funny. It was normal for a day like today though I guess. No students besides me had really arrived yet. There were a few who trickled in, but it still wasn’t high time yet.

I walked to, and past the gate. Into the school, which had janitors finishing the last touches on the floor and the corners of the windows. I wiped down my wet umbrella and stuck it in my bag. It was one of the ones that could shrink really small. I walked around the corner of the school, straight, and then to the left. I stopped outside where they had a small bed of marigolds. They aren't my favorite. They are very pretty and look really cute.

I placed my bag down beside me. I swatted down, to where my skirt just slightly touched the floor. I touched the Marigold's lightly with my finger tips. They felt soft and warm. Similar to a new born chick. I moved closer so I could smell it. The smell bothered my nose a bit. It was very purfumy and though it was beautiful, it stunk a bit.

I got back up remembering I was on my way to the class room. Not some flower garden smelling spree. I grabbed my bag. Slid the extra petals that felt when I was touching the Marigold's off my skirt.

I walked till there was a fork in the road. There were 3 different turns, each one was exactly the same with windows that covered the sides of each wall, and the same high ceiling. I tried to recall in memory which way I went last semester, but It had been a while and I seemed to have forgotten. I had a little trick. Even last semester I could never remember which road to take, so I made myself a little trick. I'd take the road I would never choose. That was the right road. Most people would choose right, but I'm left handed so I would commonly go left.

I walked in the right direction. I was correct too. Somewhere along the way the windows started to look familiar and the high ceiling felt more recognizable.

I found my class room. The sliding door was a milky white color and was a bit heavier then I remembered. I slid it open an walked in. The class room looked the same as ever. New students, different from last year would soon be here. My friends were in other classes. Mine is the same as last years though. As I walked into the class room, I took the time to look around. The floor was dark brown, and wooden. The ceiling was a bit lower in this area of the school, but could still be considered of very large height.

The chairs were all in there place. Clean and untouched. By the end of the year that would change drastically. The desks were lined up perfectly, and shined a bit. Not enough to see your reflection, but you could see the sun reflect off them slightly. The windows were all clean. Even the corners. Everything seemed perfectly in place, almost like one of those dream schools you think of in your day- dreams. Where everyone has perfect hair, perfect teeth, perfect everything. So perfect their image is closer to Barbie dolls then a real human. I don't really like too much of perfection.