Fifth Period Quiet
by Tlryl
· 14/02/2026
Published 14/02/2026 09:50
The fluorescent lights hummed
a flat, continuous tone
above the scuffed linoleum.
Fifth period, and the doors were shut,
a distant, muffled drone
of a history lesson from 203.
Empty lockers, all silver teeth,
lined the long hall.
No shouts, no running feet,
no slamming, no whispered secrets.
Just the smell of floor wax,
and a thin layer of forgotten fear
coating everything.
It felt like waiting.
Always waiting, in places like this,
for the bell to crack the silence.