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Two Days Later
It’s back to school for the rest of us. The school hallway had the greatest of echos, and within it we were all cheeseball tap-dancers. The hallway was light and bright, even upon the stormy days its grand windows let in a bouquet of rays. The notice board was clothed in a flag that had seen many a sunny day, the colours becoming their softer and more homely hues. Upon it were so many potential opportunities, sitting there as if Willy Wonka's golden tickets had been found and pinned there for anyon
