Classroom 7x -

A single slate rose from every desk. On each, in chalk, a different question appeared.

Desk two. A boy. Same faceless head. He sat motionless, hands folded. classroom 7x

The fifth chime. Desks began to hum. The students’ uniforms darkened, bleeding into the chairs. The birch desk turned to ash. The walnut desk split. A single slate rose from every desk