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A boy sits on a bench against the wall in a hallway, swinging his legs casually since they could not touch the floor. On his left side, the hallway extends and you can see various lockers. On his right was a door with a plaque that said “PRINCIPLE’S OFFICE”. When we look at the boy, we see his head slightly hanging down, staring at his hands blankly while he rubbed them nervously. Tears are visible on his face. The boy’s clothes are filthy and look newly covered in wet remains of food. A continuous roar of laughter and screaming can be heard from a distance. We look at the clock, its hands on 12:25 PM. The clock fast forwards, and the time is now 12:43 PM. The laughter and screaming is now gone, there is dead silence. The door to his right opens, and he slowly gets up and walks in. The CLICK of the door being closed sets the door aflame. The clock fast forwards to 1:00 PM, and the bell rings. Students come out into the hallway, walking past the door to the principal’s office oblivious of the fact that it is on fire.