Chapter/Day one

Dear journal ,

                    I went back to the Devon school today. It was different than I remembered it. It looked newer and shinier. I haven’t been here for fifteen years and it looks more like a museum now. “I had always felt that the Devon school came into existence the day I entered it, was vibrantly real while I was a student there and then blinked out like a candle the day I left” (Gene, pg 1) I feel like when I left this school it burned out because I brought so much to it. When I left this school I was scared and I didn’t come back for fifteen years because I was escaping from my fears. There were a few other things I had to face while I was here. I went to the marble foyer and stood at the stairs. I had over looked what had happened here years before which had surprised me. Another place I had gone to was the tree. The field I had to walk through to get there was wet and muddy but I didn’t notice until I was half way there. When I got to the tree I started reminiscing about what happened that day at the tree. It was not a good feeling to have so I left.