The Concluding School
Year 2223, December 16
The biting cold was relentless, seeping through the layers of warm clothing that wrapped around me like a cocoon. It was a day I had both anticipated and dreaded—the last day we would all gather in this cramped classroom. Our upcoming board exams would wither us away to unfamiliar territory, our final step before plunging high into the world.
The excitement of entering adulthood and creating a thriving business, retiring early was the beacon that kept me going in this unforgiving place they called school. I had made a few acquaintances during my time here, but calling them friends felt like an exaggeration. In this jungle, we were all predators in our own right, each trying to outwit the other. And me? I played the role of the protector, guarding my innocence.
As I slipped into my usual backseat, I found solace in the pages of a novel. The frigid air, a handful of snacks, and a captivating book in hand; it was an oasis of tranquility until the moment the devil himself, Ash, began teaching. His words felt like curses, each one leaving a weighty scar. A quick scan of the room revealed that we were all prisoners in the same bleak ordeal, yearning for our escape.
Then, the world erupted in chaos.
BANG! BANG! BANG! The deafening sounds of explosions echoed from above and below. Panic gripped us as we scattered, fleeing from the classroom in disarray. Some clung to their bags for dear life, others bore scratches from squeezing through the narrow gate. I managed a quiet exit from the back with a group I occasionally hung out with.
We sought refuge on the school grounds, still in shock, murmuring about a terrorist attack, our faces twisted in disbelief (⊙_⊙).
Little did we know that this incident would snowball into something more extraordinary. In those moments of uncertainty, we embraced the camaraderie we had longed for, making cherished memories that would last a lifetime. We seized the present, savoring every joyous moment.
The teachers soon arrived, suspicion looming in their eyes, pointing fingers at the miscreants from the 12th grade. They were right, but the culprits remained anonymous, hiding behind their soon-to-be-adult facades.
Our last day concluded without further incidents, a bang of laughter and a veil of secrecy shrouding the truth. It was a hilarious sight to witness the teachers flustered, delivering speeches about confession and reduced penalties. But none of us were frightened by their empty threats. This was our last day, and we were finally free from their clutches.
With school behind us, we could now face the looming final exams next month with renewed vigor and a taste of rebellion.
Yes, yes, yes! School was over, and it was time to savor the sweet taste of freedom. („ᵕᴗᵕ„) La, la, la, la, la! Now, neither the teachers nor Ash, the author, could hold us back.