
It wasn't so bad once you got used to it. The weird feeling you had being in there at night. The children's art would be on the walls. Someone would have left a coat on their desk or some note sticking out of a math book. It always seemed like they had left in a rush, but then you remember how it was like when we were there, watching the clock, those last long fifteen minutes. Once you got used to it, the sadness of unrealized potential that hung over the experience like the smoke bomb you and Bobby Parillo [...]