The Drainpipe For a half hour, every school day, for a few months, I was really happy. A friend and I would go to the drainpipe, and we would sit, talk, eat our lunches, and listen to my walkman. It was the perfect place: It was quiet, beautiful, and it was full of peace. It didn't matter whether it was cold or hot, somehow you didn't feel anything sitting on that drainpipe. You would feel …
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…to just escape, I make the excuse that I forgot a book at school and I leave. I cross the soccer field, then the gym, sometimes stop at my locker to put away my backpack, and I run to the drainpipe. I lay down in the grass, and think about what ever is bothering me right now. I put my headphones in my ears and blast the tape that is in my walkman. I'm transported.