Lucas walked the halls of the school in echoing silence. Four...that wouldn't last. Three... They would erupt out into the hallways never noticing him in their single minded push. Two... They jostled each other, never him. One...the bell rang. The children flooded into the halls, ethereally unreal to him. He followed a boy into a restroom. His eyes fell on his reflection in the mirror, hollow cold eyes. He saw dead people, well at least one...
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