As I stepped away from the Middle School memory aisle, leaving behind the echoes of my past, I found myself facing a new path, the High School aisle. It felt like a transition from one chapter of my life to another, a journey through the hallways of my teenage years.
The memories here held a different kind of weight, filled with the wild emotions and experiences that came with high school. I could see the rows of jars stretching out before me, each one a repository of moments, both sweet and bitter. Taking a deep breath, I started to explore.
"Welcome to the jungle," Fake Death's voice whispered in my mind, his tone tinged with amusement.
I couldn't help but roll my eyes, even though he couldn't see me. "High school wasn't that bad, you know."
"Oh, I've seen my fair share of high school memories," he replied. "Trust me; it's a jungle out there."
