On her walk, she seemed to judge the world much more differently than before. She could see details she never saw. The faces of people told hundreds more stories, she could interpret emotion so much easier now. She could feel the moisture in the air from the recent storms, and perhaps the worst of all, she could smell much more accurately. Many of the men she walked by smelled of putrid scents, though one or two people with a decent choice of deodorants and cologne would come by now and then. She finally arrived at the damned building that was her school.
