The classrooms of Centralia High School which used to be buzzing with murmurs back then in the 1940s now were being echoed because of the emptiness. The dusty tables and chairs showcased their own melancholic story, the blackboards craved for the touch of the chalk and the shelves cried to an extent that they got swollen. One could feel a pang of sadness entering a classroom that once used to be cheerful.