La seule
The first bell rings and the hallway smells of wet clothes. As you walk in, everyone looks at you funny and whispers your name wrong.
The first bell rings and the hallway smells of wet clothes. As you walk in, everyone looks at you funny and whispers your name wrong.
It was the change of classes and the hallway was filled with backpacks and the sound of cell phone notifications.
It’s Sunday afternoon. The living room smells of home cooking and the same old sofa
It was the sixth grade classroom. The lights were cold and it smelled of fresh chalk.
It was Monday and the day was gray. The hallway smelled of wet clothes and posters were falling off the walls
It was a training afternoon. The locker room smelled of shampoo and freshly used sneakers.
In this story we will call the main characters “apples and pears”. It was midday in the courtyard.
It was late at the center. The bathrooms were cold, with white light and that strong smell of bleach.
It was class change in the high school hallway. There was nervous laughter and lockers banging.
It was the last term in high school. In the corridors, there was not only the sound of footsteps, but also rumors coming through cell phones