Made to flames

Twelve seconds passed.

  With every glance, every stare, every glare I felt my tiny tiny ounce of confidence shrivle into the nothing it is. Yet, that was not the end. My prepubescent voice echoed the retched classroom as a group of very soulless teenagers listened immensely to my lecture about the Rwandan Genocide.
  Seeing how grave this was to my grade I tried very little, because, I simply didn't care enough. Decades of intense awkwardness came to an end, that was all, it was done. For now of course.
  The bell rang for sixth period, everyone suddenly became alive and rushed out that poor door. I went back to fetch my things and take off like the rest. Let the torture begin once more!

-Not finished-