36 OPHELIA CLARK
October 30
I took my time grabbing my things at my locker. It was best to let the mad rush die down before heading out myself. I walked through the front exit and shielded my eyes from the glare of natural light. As they adjusted, the cool fall air carrying the scent of pine needles and dry leaves filled my lungs. This was my favorite season, and I couldn’t wait to hop onto my bike and soak it all in on the way home. As I walked toward the bike racks, I had the strangest feeling. The best way I could describe it was like having déjà vu, but more intense. Something was pulling me in that direction as my memory struggled to recall why this spot in this moment felt so familiar. Though I let the feeling guide me, I put some distance between myself and the school building, gi
