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Tick, tock.
The clock insisted that time was moving, but it didn’t feel like it. Hannah tapped her fingers anxiously. Her teacher’s mouth was moving, but no information came out. Hannah kept shifting around in her seat. Every position was uncomfortable. She couldn’t stop fidgeting.
Must. Get. Through. This. Boring. Class.
Hannah felt that being days away from finishing high school somehow increased the boring meter by a thousand.
Hannah’s head hurt. Her feet hurt. She was hungry.
God damn.
She sits in the boring class for another eternity.
And then, release.
DIIIIINNGGG!
If getting out of a classroom was a competition, Hannah would take first prize.
--
“Woah, relax. Our class of 2019 sweaters aren't going anywhere. Jesus Christ.”
“...Aaahaha! Hey, Helmet!”