smells like teen spirit

High school....
What a drag. I hated this place so much. Not so much the place, but the people, their "doings".. I was the girl who walked the halls with a straight face,made as little contact as I possibly could with the zombies roaming around me. Of course I would occasionally smile when I actually took the time to look at the faces that belonged to the floating bodies. I just always was in a hurry get out. Soccer is about the only thing that was worth the suffering. I would do almost anything to play soccer again. I was a star. That was my high, my happy place..
High school was definitely a wild experience. Thinking of it sort of makes me sick. But today when I walked in, it was nice. The smell was nice. Weird, I know. Yeah, high school wasn't that bad, but it was bad. Again, the smell..... It was welcoming, very deceiving, but I didn't stay long and knew I could not be deceived. I have my battle wounds to always remind me and never let me forget. Sad thing about this all, if it was so horrible for me a year ago, I can't image how tortureous it must now be.