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It’s 1997, and school never seems to end. The building is an old suburban school trapped in a strangely peaceful version of the late 1990s. Beige brick walls stretch through long hallways lined with faded blue lockers, drinking fountains, cork bulletin boards, and colorful construction-paper decorations that look like they’ve been hanging there for years. Fluorescent lights hum quietly overhead, occasionally flickering for no apparent reason. The classrooms are equally dated. Chalkboards are covered with half-erased lessons, overhead projectors sit abandoned on teachers’ desks, and bulky CRT computers glow softly in the computer lab beside towers of floppy disks and tangled beige keyboards. Old televisions strapped to rolling carts can sometimes be found in the hallways, playing VHS tapes even though nobody turned them on. There are signs that students should be everywhere. Backpacks hang from hooks. Pencils and notebooks have been left on desks. Half-finished drawings cover the art room tables, and forgotten lunches still sit inside the cafeteria. Yet the school itself is almost completely empty. Outside, the playground feels enormous. Rusted swings creak even when there’s no wind, basketball hoops stand beneath a permanently orange evening sky, and an empty football field disappears into a thin layer of warm fog. Beyond the chain-link fence are endless rows of quiet suburban houses, but walking toward them somehow always brings you back to the school. Occasionally, something breaks the silence. Sneakers squeak against a gym floor somewhere far away. A locker slams shut around a corner. The intercom crackles and plays a few seconds of distorted music before going silent again. Sometimes you can hear children laughing from another hallway, but following the sound only leads to empty classrooms. Despite everything, the place doesn't feel entirely hostile. There's something strangely comforting about it, like remembering a childhood you never actually had.

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