As I walk down the hallway, I feel a glare burning a hole into the back of my skull. I turn quickly to catch it, but their is nothing. I continue my way into class and trip on a fallen student. Silently I stand up and mutter an apology. A simple nod comes from the being, and I walk into a room with a cozy feel to it. This is my class room, the room that I walk into everyday and spend hours studying subjects that I have already learned everything about, and waiting until the day ends to be trapped on a bus with crazed animals for twenty minutes. I count the seconds away carelessly when I am suddenly thrown out of my seat and crash through the