Chapter 14
The high school looked the same as it had four years ago, timeless, unchanging, a constant reminder of the hell he went through as a student there. The building itself was set back from the street, and a circular drive cut through a manicured lawn that seemed toogreen, like overripe fruit. When classes were in and the final bell rang, the students would rush outside to find the drive filled with cars and vans, parents picking up their kids. The teacher parking lot was on one side of the school, with a separate entrance so those leaving early wouldn’t get bogged down in the traffic.