You reach the classroom unscathed

Panting from the exertion, you take the last six steps in two big leaps just to be greeted by another dead silent hallway. Closing your eyes, lungs burning, you sit yourself on the ground and lean on the cool concrete wall, which was littered with ugly drawings and bad words. As you open your eyes again from your five minute rest, you see a puddle of cold coffee only a few inches away from your blue jeans. 'Lucky me!' you think as you make your way down the building towards the math room, legs still a bit shaky.

You soon make out a faint light at the end of your current corridor, a cone of warmth against the dim dark, coming from an open classroom door. You see the bench, where your bigger sister seduced you so masterfully a few days ago, and presume, from the shining light, that Zoe is already inside. Heart beating hard in your chest, you make your way towards the room. Pictures of your last meeting shooting through your head, building up anticipation but also anxiety for what your sister has in store for you today. Dodging the remnants, of what seems like several broken glass bottles, you step into the light, squinting your eyes from the sudden intensity of it. Eyes still blinded from the change of darkness to brightness, you step into the classroom, prick-eared. As your eyes finally adapt to the light conditions you see ...