I am Exit 9.
I am Exit 9. I am fabled and ancient, spanning three great stories, and many legends. I am both famous and infamous, for I house right and wrong. My red seal identifies me, though it is not what it used to be, shining bright and red. Many things have taken place within me, not all good, nor not all bad. I have hidden and protected some, while provided sanctuary to others. Unfortunately, some see me as other parts of the school, some of which who are in as much disrepair as I am. The legends that speak of me are as old as my bricks. My doors lock to some and open to others, though my walls always hear. Some of the things that happen within me, on my steps and against my walls, I do not like, though other things I do. Teachers have memories of me, students have gossip about me, but I remain, here, braced against a wall of heat and a wall of cold, digging into the ground, and then rising into the sky. I am bitter at the lack of care that people have presented me, but I am patient. More new faces, new shoes, new fluids, new clothing, new feelings, new scents, new bodies, new people…they always enter within me. Some desperately, some ignoring, only to ask later where I am. I am the one that remembers all, delighting in both virtuous and scandalous. And though few believe it, most of the tales told about me are true. I am Exit 9….