Youssef Farouk sat, staring daggers at the piles of tests sat on his desk. Why did he have to put so many bloody tests back to back to back to grade. It was nearly the end of his precious lunch yet not even half of the stack had been finished and his lunch barely touched.

He could hear the familiar sound of his next class at the door, the chatting and overall chaos of those hallways. It was just after their lunch as well so to say they'd be full of energy is an understatement. Great, just great. It'd be fine, not long to go til the end of the day atleast.