Where I'd have just finished japanese classes in Lc,

Then I'd walk home with Hilary,

We would walk on that long path through the field.

And the sky would be just like today,

Baby blue with streaks of peachy-orange.

The evening sun would glow on one side of the buildings.

On the other side, I'd cast long, mournful shadows.

We'd both feel sticky and humid in our school uniforms,

And our hair'd be damp with perspiration.

I'd hear quiet chatter of the other students along the path.

Hilary and I would walk side by side, just talking, and laughing occasionally.

I'd think about what homework I had today,

And kinda looking forward to dinner and the 7pm show that night.

I'd reach my mrt and start walking back home,

Slowly the sky'd dim,

and the street lamps would turn themselves on,

The concrete pavements glowing a tangerine-orange.

Somehow, everything sounds different in the twilight.

The traffic,

the scuffle of shoes,

and the twitter of birds in the trees as the wind blew through the leaves.

And it'd turn completely dark in a matter of minutes.

I would walk up the hill, hoping to get home soon.

Then I'd see my house,

lighted up from the inside.

And I'd unlock the gate, 

dash up the slope,

and peel off my socks and shoes.

And be grateful to belong to such a wonderful home.

Now all that is gone,

I've moved house.

No more evening walks through the field with Hil,

No more Lc,

I miss the good-old-innocent-toot secondary one days.

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