Corridors echo with various murmurs,
Steps
Gossip
Greetings
It breathes like a pair of lungs.
Hi. I'm Andrew. My last name isn't important, and I don't wanna talk about myself anymore.
It's the third Monday of August, and school is technically in session! I moved 50 miles north just to attend this prestigious institution. Well, not that prestigious. Everest Academy. It's this preppy boarding school built in this manner so that students in the remote, residential areas can stay closer to the only school in a 70 mile radius.
I remember reading about it in the newspapers. The town was obsessed with Everest Academy. It brought younger people to the area. It's had its scandals, the typical teenage crime, but all in all,
It's ordinary.
To the eyes, at least.
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The air stays silent as we walk into the classroom.
The chalkboard reads:
BIOLOGY
CLASS 1
Mr. Usmanova
I set my bag down on the very last table on the very last row, against the foggy windows.
For a while there, I may have looked like a off standing narcissistic bastard, sitting away from everyone like that. But it wasn't long before a someone decided to sit next to me.
"Hey, is this seat taken? I'm very far-sighted so I prefer to sit a little farther away from the board."
I turned to look at them, and saw a rather attractive girl in dorky metal-rimmed glasses.
"No. By all means." My awkwardness didn't help, but at least she overlooks it and takes a seat.
The murmurs in the room turn into casual conversation.
Where is this guy?
"Michael, I swear on the Lord, I will suspend you right now if you don't stop!" A loud echo in the hall curses out some guy named Michael.
A tall, lanky boy runs in and quickly takes a seat behind me.
"What did you do now Mikey?" The girl asks, as if asking a child.
"Stop calling me that. We're not in grade school anymore," Mikey snaps "... I put a bucket of water on top of his door. Classic dumb shit."
"Fucking freshmen..." the sophomores on the other side laugh among themselves.
A fat bearded guy in an overpoweringly orange tie finally reaches the classroom, drenched in... sweat?
He walks in and plops down on his chair, immediately beginning attendance.
"Hillary Denning"
Here
"John Baron"
Here
"Michael Cote... wish you weren't here"
Here!
YOU ARE READING
The Final Exam
Mystery / ThrillerA telephone rings. It's eerie song emanating through the entire room. As I reluctantly pick up the phone, I can't help but feel I've done this before. Music. "Hello Margaret." She says it in such a way that it becomes clear to you she's smiling on t...
