There are so many faces, yet they are all the same. Emotionless robots walk down the halls. Wake up, school, home, school work, sleep, repeat. Everyone is stuck in the same routine; it grows like a sickness. 

I long for a smile; I wish for some cure—a cure for the illness that has infected our schools. All it takes is a single smile—a smile to start the chain—a chain through the halls that there is more to school than just the routine—the joy of the leaves turning different colors, the joy of watching a winning football game, the joy of the opportunities we have been given. 

There is so much sadness and darkness filling the people who have been given a perfect, healthy life. The ones sitting in a hospital seem to cherish so much more than those who walk down school halls. So when I walk down the street downtown, the aisle at the grocery store, and the school halls. I smile at the people infected by sadness, the people who need to be cured of the sickness that they have been given. The illness that can only be cured by a smile.