Your an average high school student. You keep out of others business, you have a decent relationship with your teachers, and your grades are unremarkable, but not horrible. As the last period starts, you get into your routine before classes: getting all of your things out while the teacher does their introduction, tie your hair back, and start note-taking in your school journal . . . when all of a sudden, before you could even write a word down, it's already the end of the day.

(This is a story I started writing for a different prompt. It'd be cool to see how someone else would do it without the same requirements I had)