I was actually relieved to see
everything normal again.
As in, not blown up or in flames.
Walking through the halls, I peered
into classrooms and saw everything laid out,
Books turned to the same page,
crumpled paper balls strewn over desks,
backpacks with gaping mouths,
half a sentence scribbled across the whiteboard
like a group of invisible students
are in there.
All around me, they complained.
“Why didn’t the school blow up?
It would have been cool!
We would have had, like, no school
for months! Maybe for the rest of the year!”
Class resumed like nothing ever happened.