Journal #5

-Description of Park Street 25 years from now, abandoned-

I walked slowly down the paved sidewalk surrounding what was previously a high school. It was the high school that I attended many years ago. I went here for my entire four years of high school. I can remember my first day, nervous, for once to go to school. No longer a little elementary school kid. This was my first moment at this school. My last is when all the exams were done, just a few days after it was our commencement ceremony. Everyone which I spent my fours years with, students, teachers and coaches, were all gathered to celebrate us leaving and beginning our new lives. Tears and smiles fill the entire gymnasium. I look at the school now, abandoned, nothing but the grass on the football field, dried and torn up, rusted soccer posts still standing and random broken windows on the doors around the school. I can see the student parking lot, pot holes bigger than they ever were. Skid marks in the parking lot from people attempting dangerous manoeuvres. It is so strange to see no one here but the birds and animals that live in the area. Usually it would be filled with students during the week, and filled on the weekends for indoor or outdoor sports tournaments. The picnic tables that were at the side of the school, are done, disappeared in time, I guess. The shed beside the field has been torn down, nothing is there but the outline of where it once was. Although the school is still standing there is no since of anyone or anything. It is abandoned, forever deserted, with only memories to fill the inside of the school hallways.