The Hum

The cold hum of the vents breathing the air conditioned breeze through out the abnormally still classroom is the only noise that interrupts the deafening silence. It catches my attention, not as a distraction, but as the focal point of my usually productive mind. It holds me there, as the complete inaction of the room becomes the backdrop to the serene murmur. I feel unconscious, struggling to awake myself from nothingness. The vent is a …

…from the vent remains. It will remain in this classroom even after we have fled. The tension is now so heavy now it is at the point of snapping pencils in half. Mrs. Delos Santos has had it, she finally releases us like refugees of war. I turn and face the room as I walk out and bid farewell to the vents and the cold breeze. Our intent is the same and will be revisited.