Luca
Twenty-One: Ilaria
I look at this school that Tony is dragging me to. It is on the outskirts of the beautiful neighborhood we had just walked through, an eye sore. I’m really surprised that they have not had it torn down yet as it mars the beauty of the place. The whole brick structure is crumbling down. Trees and weeds growing through the bricks making it a hazard to any kid that decides to venture inside of the building to play.
We walk through the little iron gate that seems to surround the school. Probably the only thing that is not falling down around the place. Walking around the school you could tell it had been many years since it was in use. You can still see the blackboards and some old-style student desks through the broken windows. “Did you go to this school?” I ask as
