• The classroom was quiet.
    Well, it was not quiet actually; it was just so that no one was talking. Instead, the atmosphere of the classroom was filled with sounds of scraping chairs, eagerly scribbling pens and sometimes a few mumbling sounds from students who checked through their answers.
    Outside though, outside was quiet.
    The rectangular window allowed her a view over the schools smaller parking lot. This is the part of school that was behind the cafeteria building. A few crates where the cafeteria workers used to sit and talk during their brakes are covered with snow.
    Above, the sky is a downy grey quilt, and white feathers keep falling from it, carefully dancing their way down to the ground. She watch them all the way, amused by their grace.
    The snow wraps itself around every sound outside and chokes it. If she so would stand outside and scream her lungs out, it would not be heard very far. The snow reduces every sound, and also every color. The snow wraps the world into a grayscale.
    Far off by the houses on the hill, someone with a red jacket is working her way up the icy road with a pram. The red jacket defies the grayscale.
    She is lost in her thoughts, fascinated by the world that she can see through the rectangular window. Outside all is quiet.
    Suddenly, both her thoughts and the silence are interrupted by a loud voice:
    “Okay, that’s all for today. Leave your tests on my desk, you’ll get the results tomorrow.”
    Silence is chased away as students come to their feet, scraping even more with chairs and opening their mouths to talk. A loud chatter fills the classroom.
    She stares down on her test papers. The right answers are filled in with a neat handwriting. She stands up and takes a last look at the world outside, before she leaves her test on the teacher’s desk and leaves the classroom.
    She finds another window, where she can watch the world at peace until the next class begins.