I am going to visit to visit my old school tomorrow afternoon. I am about 1.77 m tall; I am a bit skinny with very little muscles. I wear glasses because my vision has gotten a lot worse. Although I am skinny, I am very athletic: I go on jogs every morning. I am 27 years old, but still not married. I am a pilot so I travel a lot: my dram is to travel the whole world. I am a very strong writer, but I need all the time I need because I am not good under pressure. I was driving to school in my electrical powered car. I don’t like polluting because it is causing global warming. Anyway I just reached the school, but to my surprise it was being torn down. No one was there; it was vacant. As I walked into the school there was neither a field nor trees, it resembled a haunted graveyard, I didn’t mind, I went up to the fourth floor where my senior locker was. I opened it and found some schoolbooks and some notebooks. I rearranged the locker so it was clean and tidy. I then went down to the third floor looking into all my previous classes. I then decided to go down stairs and walk on where the field was. While I was walking I stopped where the goal net was. There I was sitting on the ground and my best friend on the chair. “Ahmed, you’re coming to the party tonight? Right!” said my friend. “No, I can’t because no one will drive me there.” I said. “Come on Ahmed, try to come. It will be the last time you see me before I travel to New York.” He said. “I’ll see you again I am 100% sure.” I said. I then stood up told him goodbye and left and returned home. I never saw him again. The tears started to fill up my eyes as I thought of the last time I saw my best friend; actually he was my only friend. I kept on walking trying to stop my tears. I went to the old benched; they turned a darkish brown color and most of them broken. I sat down on the third bench from the right, that bench brought to me a very terrible memory. It