As i stepped into the dark halls of this unfamiliar place i felt as if the painting hanging on the pale white walls, such walls you would see in a hospital. Even though it was dark the walls still seemed to shine with its original color instead of turning to a grayish white. As i walked down the hall i went faster, faster, faster, and faster. It was as if something was chasing me and i had to make a run for it. I saw a bright light shining from the right side of the hall and i ran into it. it was a connection from the dark hall way i was in to another which had the lights lite up. At first because my eyes were adjusted to the darkness it seems as if someone shined a flash light in your eye, it burned. I soon adjusted to the bright light shining form the florescent light bulbs up ahead. i saw that this hall ways was empty just the white walls which looked as if it was covered in snow. Then i notice doors on both the left and right side, wooden door with reflected the light from above as if it was just waxed. I was pretty sure there were doors in the other wall way but it was only too dark for me to notice. As i walked down the white hallway i saw a door, a door that was open and in side i saw people sitting on chairs and leaning on their tables. In the group i spotted my sister. I waved but she didn't seem to notice so i left and kept walking down the hall in search of my parents. I heard voices i started to walk faster and faster i passed through the end of the hall way which seemed to be connected to a lobby of some sort. There i found my parents chatting with parents of other students school. That was the first time I went to my new school.
The second time i went to school was when school really start and there were more people filling up hall ways unlike the summer time where only my sister's summer class was in school. The place which once freaked me out was no longer what it was. I was no longer scared of it, it was like my playground i would look at every painting and hope that they would some how come to life. I would slowly walk the dark hall, sometimes even humming my way through it. I came to like the school i was in and know it better, but not just the place i got to know my classmates better. I was no longer unfamiliar with the place and neither was it unfamiliar with me
Is this article about PAS? I wrote about school for this topic too because schools are really scary if you are unfamiliar with it since there are so many strangers.
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