He saw a group of students smoking in the distance, creating a cloud as pitch-black as the night sky.
He heard Metallica blasting into his ears louder than a crowd at a soccer game.
He heard the chirps of the birds piercing through the air like the screams of people on a rollercoaster ride.
He felt the humidity of the freshly cut grass, as damp as a crocodile-infested swamp.
He tasted the mint-flavored gum as icy as drinking a cold bottle of water on a hot summer day.
He smelled the overloaded trashcan which gave off an unbearable odor like month-old spoiled milk.
He imagined walking through the cul-de-sac one last time before leaving high school just like Harry Potter did before he left Hogwarts.