Class room filled. Teachers eyeing from behind their desks...
Feet swinging in the open air under them.
Pencil's tapping. Gum smacking between two twitching lips. Light sighs and papers rustling lightly are the only sounds.
Children writing. Some bored in their mind. Some fasinated by work. Fill the air.
Eyes blinking, trying to stay open. Yawns coming from tired bodies.
Tik..tok..you hear the clock in the front of the room go.
"One minute" Says a girl in the back.
Pencil's tapping faster. Papers rustling faster. Gum being swallowed.
First bell rings. Books clanging. Gum being spit out.Children chattering.
Second bell rings. Chairs banging. Wind whistleing. Foot steps fading into the hall.....
Empty desk...wind lightly blowing threw the room as the after noon come to a end.
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