A Dog’s True Purpose
I look at the giant, black iron gates and the ever-so-ominous campus they enclose. I’ve been here before. My dreams often lead back to this school and its crowded hallways. It has been almost two years since I left the terror that is my two previous schools, yet one small factor keeps bringing me back. I used to not be like this. I used to have great respect for these two schools, but now as a fifteen year old, I still think about the imprint these schools, and the people within them, have left on my memories.