It was unusually quiet, in the dank, smelly hallway. The roof was full of water patches, as big as elephants, waiting to fall in any time. Though I kept moving, so I could just escape, from them, hoping they won’t follow. My dim flashlight, cast eerie, pulsating shadows. Growing as long and skinny as tree trunks. But with faces so scary, beyond anything you can imagine. My only hope is to go forward, to the end of the hallway where there’s light. The light that means hope. Hope for a better future. Hope that everything will turn up okay in the end. And hope for all my friends, to have better futures, just like I might have as well. So on, I go one step at a time. 


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