(MAJORLY stream of consciousness… Just a warning)

Eleven minutes left. I swear, this is the longest eleven minutes of my life.

I hate waiting for the bell to ring. I hate sitting here drawing Katniss and trying to write backwards to entertain myself. The boredom sits on me and I can’t get away from it for another - 9 minutes - now.

The air conditioner is softly rumbling a steady hum. Or maybe it’s the water in the pipes. People get up and down, turning in their tests, flipping through papers.

The petite blonde in the back clears her throat. She sounds like a man. I guess she has to compensate for her whiny, nasally voice.

Our teacher finally comes back. We’ve been having an irritable sub, even though he calls us ‘my friends.’ I’m glad to see him. People are talking now. I think - oh, never mind. We have to be quiet again.

God, only five minutes left.