Two hours, two hours of this. Yelling children, paper being thrown, their teeth chattering from how cold it was. None of them were in any mood to listen, none of them were in any mood to learn. How can I blame you in a place like this. Not a soul alive heart deals after going through every single day. I was dragged here against my own will as well, I barely remember what life like back on the surface. The 'box' looks like a cage instead of bars those walls of concrete reaching as far as you can see into darkness, every section had one long colored stripe down the wall to tell you what age groups for. The kids white clothes had a single stripe on the arm as well.

I groaned as a paper hit me square in the face knocking my glasses off my books dropping to the floor as well. "No no children please calm down, take your seats..." I tried to be around but I couldn't, something about training assassin's children really about a damper my mood of being in charge here.