Tears were rolling down her cheeks, but not because she was heartbroken. Or angry. Or hurt. She was simply sleepy. Despite trying everything to stay awake, she failed every time.
She looked around her (in an attempt to stay awake) and wondered when the old, rusty building had been cleaned last. Thank God! She was not allergic to dust.
She hit her head on the wall, and looked around her stupefied.
Where am I? She thought.
Everybody around her was equally asleep, except for a few who stared hard at the teacher. She looked at the board and realised that the CH3’s and the ions were dancing and making fun of her.
The bell rang.