Every single day, over and over again the teacher would run his fingers down the old black rusty chalkboard grating his nails lower and lower. Thousands of kids piled into this small hall and in seconds every kid was asleep except for me and my friends, who just lay there with their eyes wide open. I came up with an amazing idea: we were going to sneak home! We got up and started walking… Screeeech! The nails ran down on the chalkboard and deafening screams echoed through the cold night: kids started running crazily, it was almost like a nightmare.
We had to get out of there!