And with that I threw open the book and sharpened my pencil. The bell rang, signifying the end of homeroom and that it was time to start heading to period one. As I bent down to plug the other end into the wall I noticed a dusty air vent that looked like it was hanging ¼ open off the wall. In my fit of sneezing and wiping my nose I realised that there was a brown leather book sitting just inside the air vent. The bell rang, signifying the end of homeroom and that it was time to start heading to period one. I began to write “When someone begins to pee within a public bathroom they aren’t allowed to cease until fully exiting the bathroom.” As soon as I had dotted the full stop. The text read, “This book belongs to…” and then what appeared to be hundreds of crossed out names before finally coming to what I assumed was the most recent; a guy named jack smith.
