Classes are going on one after another. Everyone looks bored and tired as the class was on social science and our professor Mrs. Amelia was giving a status on Facebook as her full attention was on the phone screen and it's not hard to understand as her screen's light was reflecting on her spectacles. I took a deep breath and turned my left and saw that Andra was sleeping by forcing her both hands on the surface of the bench. It seems that she is in deep sleep. She usually does that as most of the nights went without sleep for the harsh hassle that usually comes from her parent's bedroom. Andra once told that her parents would get divorced soon. Andra is an average student but she has a beautiful singing voice. I didn't disturb her as she was sleeping so deeply. So I move forward to Catholin. She was writing something in her old rotten diary. She is looking outside the window, thinking about something and writing down that. Catholin is the topper but she hardly talks with us. Well, I am Mary. I hardly passed my exams. I love to watch movies, play games, and write novels.
Suddenly Mrs. Amelia shouted and told, "Students, read on Chapter 4: The Age of Industrialisation for next Sunday. Class is over, see you next." After hearing that everyone became afraid as our next session is on Mathematics and our math professor is back after a long-term disease named Cystic fibrosis. He is coming to take our class after three months and these three months consist of maybe 92 days as the date was June-August but it looks like we've just passed three days without him. In those three months, we just prayed that our math professor would live long with cystic fibrosis. But it didn't happen as long as we are going to see him today.
Aah!! The bell rang! Its' 11 PM.