From the Front of the Room

Allison Cook, Rebekah Markovitz and Eli Shively

JFresh7 Reporters

I’ve just released the young bodies sitting before me. I feel my lips come to a tight close. I glance over the room. After a few moments, I quietly walk over to my chair. My feet are silent on the carpet and the chair creaks only slightly as I sit in it. I sit behind the table at the front of the room. It’s a smooth and shiny light brown surface. It’s cool to touch, just as the room was when I first entered. I remember shivering and now, with thirty bodies crowding in the tiny desks, the air is sticky and tense. I look over the room again. All faces are glowing against the white papers they stare at. I hear the smooth scratching of their pencils on paper. Brum Ching. Brum Ching. A pencil begins tapping towards the back of the room. The bodies begin to shift in the chairs. I look at my watch. Yes, ten minutes have passed.