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Around me the school gym gleamed as though every inch of it had been glossed recently. Though the smaller of the school’s two indoor gymnasiums, it was still more impressive than anything I encountered before transferring. The slats in the basketball court were clean and polished, illuminated by dozens of the bright lights which hung from a violently red ceiling. The rows of bleachers on other side were spaced in three segments, each separated by stairs. Black made up the background of the seats, but each section was also stamped with a giant red – the same red as the ceiling – letter. Had they been empty of smirking boys, the stands would have read S-S-A. St. Sebastian Academy. As it was an upper school, however, and this this 2015, most people just called it …

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