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I am in an upstairs hallway at the Junior High. Everything is a light tan color, and there is no ceiling to this hallway. The sun is shining very brightly, but I cannot feel it on my skin. I am with one of my good friends, and someone else (a girl with hair like <PERSON>). We are walking up to a stand that reminds me structurally of the school store, but it is empty other than a boy and someone else standing inside. I notice that the stand has a roof, because it is shaded. We have come here to find out where our lockers are. I think we found out, because we are walking to our lockers. They are just to the right of the stand we just visited. Now we are going to find our class. It is in a hallway that does not really exist in the Junior High, that goes past the science wing toward the Cafeteria. The hallways are completely empty. I feel very rushed and hurried. I walk into the class and find a seat. I feel like I know that it is supposed to be mine. I look at a bright name tag on the desk that says Mr. F-. Underneath that is says F7--. Even though the hallways were empty when I was walking through them, this class is completely full.