Awave8
The coin shaped moon projected it's sliver mist light upon the place. It was way pass midnight, like a typical night, on a typical day.
But too bad that day wasn't a typical day.
Eight pairs of hurried footsteps could be heard along the school corridor, beams of light slashing upon the walls and floor of the school from the flashlights the children brought.
"I have a gut feeling that what we're gonna do isn't right... " A boy said, fear within every word. A girl beside him glared at him before she turned her head forward.
"This school isn't right, and if we don't do anything, it never will be."
# class dedication