Board Thread:Short Stories/@comment-26108027-20151008055401

She groans and looks at the clock. Half an hour. She rests her head on the desk and closes her eyes. Her mind drifts...

She opens her eyes again. Something seems off about the room, but she can't quite find it. She looks at the clock. Still half an hour. The teacher has left the room. She climbs down from her desk and walks out. She remembers her thoughts and shudders. She freezes when she hears a sound like nails on a chalkboard.

Or a knife on a tile floor.

(I'm just going to leave this here, because I can't think about anything else to write about. Enjoy, and leave suggestions for the next part!) 