CommaLlama
It's the end of the day. Friday. Only a few minutes until the bell rings and you leave your last classroom of the day, but it just seems to drag on and on. What if that last minute before the bell rang, that horrible, never-ending minute, never did end? What if, in that agonizing moment, time, as you know it, stopped? Some T warnings for language and the other antics of teenage guys.