Fharrison1994

In the classroom it was easy to forget the time of day, as the dirty green curtains were never allowed to be open. The air always seemed to have a distinctly musty taste to it, and the desks felt as if they were purposefully made to be uncomfortable. Despite this, Richard's spirit was not to be dampened as it was his, and everyone else's last day in that place. All of them, or the majority of them at any rate, were to leave at the bell and graduate that very same day. However their teacher insisted, as he always did, to teach and lecture until the very last second. It was purely by chance that a single curtain shifted, to admit a dingy shaft