The sign of Diberto's was a shiny, glittering red. It was obvious to the returning public that it had recently been redone to replace it's maroon, rusting previous one. Although most people didn't care to notice the new sign, some were surprised by the nostalgic vibe it gave off. A reminder that bright and new is the in, and old and used is the out. Certain individuals find it difficult to appreciate old, worn out objects. They fail to see the "vintage" in it. I'm not talking about the vintage that is suddenly well known and liked. I mean the classical, standard type... before everything had to be a glossy, pastel white or a metallic, deep red. Becoming smarter is not connected with age all the time, however wisdom is. The deep knowledge, almost extinct of knowing. Not only thinking you know, but having a belief so bottomless and undeniable that you'd base every decision of your life on it. Eighty year old men don't necessarily obtain this wisdom. It has to do with being born with an old soul, and learning enough through your life to unlock the potential your mind has. It's one of those things where either you have it or you don't, and she absolutely didn't.
School had started once again. The stale familiar scent of the halls sarcastically welcomed it's students back. She walked through the halls, looking straight ahead, with the exception of a wave or a smile here and there in response to a friendly face.