I step into
the crowd of people;
crushed and squeezed from all sides,
laughter and talking
buzzing in my ear.
I search for you
and then smile,
you look as overwhelmed as
I feel.
I wave until I grab your attention,
and then I start to walk along the edge,
trying to avoid
the elbows and backpacks
pointed every which way.
We look around together,
taking in the feel
of a different school;
knowing that possibly
we would spend
our next four years
in the same place
where we are standing.
But for now,
we are just tourists to high school;
strangers to the teachers
and students,
to the inhabitants
of North Toronto.
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