The gate was wide open. The blue paint on it was almost gone. The hinges holding it were rusting.
“The board,” said Maria, my best friend. I looked up to see the board. It said “De Nobili School.”
“Sijua” was missing.
I said, “Are you sure we should go inside, Maria?” In my heart, I feared what the situation might be inside.
“Susan we have come so far. We can't leave without going inside.”
“Yeah, you are right. Let’s go.”
We made our way into the school through the dilapidated gate.
“Jesus,” cried Maria.
The ground was covered with dried yellow leaves. The walls had turned gloomy with green moss on them. The corners garnished with cobwebs, ready to catch their prey.
Making our way through the leaves, we found the rusted and damaged window of the school’s bookstore.
“Susan, remember, we used to buy stickers from here,” said Maria.
“Yes, Maria. I remember. Beautiful stickers they were.” “And we always forgot to bring graph copies and project papers.”
Maria said with a laugh, “Yes and Miss...