7x - Classroom

A girl in the third row raised her slate. New words: Do you remember dying, teacher?

The room was exactly seven rows deep and seven seats across. Forty-nine desks, each one a different shade of wood, from pale birch to almost-black walnut. Forty-nine empty chairs. At the front, a single piece of chalk rested on the lip of the blackboard. classroom 7x

Desk two. A boy. Same faceless head. He sat motionless, hands folded. A girl in the third row raised her slate

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. classroom 7x