It was almost time for the school day to wrap up, and by extension, your work day. Only about...30 minutes before the final bell rings? You had no way of telling, considering half of the clocks in the hall were broken in some way. You walked through the hall, enjoying the silence. This period was your conference period, and you had to run by the printer really quick to grab some papers. Today was rather uneventful if you were being honest, which might be a good thing. However, a loud crash and a furious howl pierces through the comfortable lack of noise, and you quickly turn your head toward the source of the sounds. Miss Bloomie is currently pinned to the floor by a fallen storage rack. In front of her, a male student you couldn't recall the name of is in a defensive stance. Was one of the children finally retaliating for once?

Miss Bloomie: "Y-YOU'LL REGRET YOUR INSOLENCE, BRAT!"

Miss Bloomie kicks the rack off of her and attempts to stand up on unsteady legs before the boy rushes her, tackling her back down to the ground. Before MIss Bloomie has a chance to react, he grabs a splintered piece of wood that resembles a spike, bringing it up and preparing to bring it down into her head. You feel adrenaline start to make its way through your system, not helping your uncertainty of how to act...