I was just sitting there waiting for the rest of the class to finish the "geometry" test. It had only taken me fifteen minutes out of the forty-five minute class. The old, fat teacher sat behind his unstable, falling apart, eye-sore of a desk. The whole school looked that way; faded, molding, white paint peeling off the walls, holes in the walls due to natural causes (which wasn't likely) or rebelling teens. Some rooms, like this one, only suffered from a few fist sized holes and graffiti. This room smelled of mold and, well...death, but to be perfectly honest, only a few places in this ancient town didn't smell that way.
The lights flick