I tapped my foot, patiently waiting for the lunch session to end. Finally hell was over. Everyone rushed out of the room, then into classes like livestock.
"We live like livestock" Albert's famous references cut into all of our minds like knives into flesh.
And just like that, all four of us separated.
We were all hoarded into classes, we all sat in seats, we all lived the same life style though separated by walls.
Hell dragged on, until what was three more classes became two, then one more class. Eventually a bell rung, filling every inch of the cement prison with a piercing screech. Everyone rushed to their lockers.
My locker was next to Billy's and Albert's (what a coincidence right?) but even more shocking was that Natsuki's was also neighboring ours.
"Does everyone really need to run outside like this? None of them probably have anything better to do at home?"
"Everybody's Russian"
Such a pun should not go unnoticed, a round of applause to you Billy.
