It was almost 2:20- only 15 more minutes until the bell rang and school was finally over. But every few seconds felt like hours as the young, new teacher, Mr. Parron just kept droning on and on and on about cellular respiration and how ATP comes from ADP and a freestanding phosphate or whatever.

And even better than that, you just happened to be exhausted. To keep yourself from falling asleep, you pulled out your phone to distract yourself, your half-completed notes and pencil sitting motionless on your desk, forgotten. Mr. Parron had stopped talking, but you didn't notice until you suddenly felt the weight of his harsh gaze on the back of your neck, and saw his massive hands on either side of your elbows which were resting on the desktop.

He was right behind you.

You heard his soft, low voice gently whispering...

"No phones in class, honey... You know that.”