You get out of your parent’s old Honda and walk to the path. It’s early in the morning, birds tweeting, butterflies fluttering. You walk down the path, past the blossom trees that seem to loom above you. You take a deep breath as you walk up to the front door. When you open it, there seems to be nobody there, so you sigh in relief and walk over to the principal’s office and knock on the door. Principal: “Come in!” You walk in. (Continue the rest of the story how you like.)
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