Whispers and snickers, wonder around the class. Waiting to get to me and tell me deadly secret only I must know. Gaming tips are spreading, useful information embedding. Tapping on desks, chewing on gum, scribbles on notebooks. Notes are flying, whilst friendships are dying. Laughter and giggles about nasty little things. Thoghts whizzing around my head about what to do at lunch, and why is sir so bald. Then I look up at the old clock, and relise that the lesson has only been going on for 5 minutes.
