The room was silenced. The empty feel of everything was unsettling; seeing nothing differentiating this room from one three doors down. Pencils were being handed out, calculators were cleared, and the taste of the bagels they had given out for breakfast was cemented in my mouth for the next three hours.
The test wasn’t the problem; things went even better than I expected. None of the material was foreign; time had only twice managed to constrict me. I feared fleeting thoughts of you would come to distract me, and it did exactly so breifly. I handled them tastefully and went back to the task at hand.
I admired the concentration of everyone, even from the kids I never crossed paths with from the lower levels. The desks were clean, children’s hands were hard at work, and that daily high school life had ceased to exist for the time being, leaving me in what seemed to be an old-time film tainted only by the existence of modern technology.
