Cares

Sitting in a white classroom all alone. This classroom use to be so lively with happy peers, and the walls were so colorful. I get up off this old rotten wood seat and gently touch the dusty table that has colorful stains from years ago. I walk out the room and into the hallway. A tear comes to my eye. I walk down the hall and remember all the art work that use to be upon theses bare walls. Every classroom I passed was bare and had not even a soul. In the distance I could hear children laughing and calling my name. I run down hallway after hallway, in and out of classrooms, but there was no one but me. No soul in sight. Just me and this worn out building that is now full of death and darkness.