The room is silent, except for the quiet scuffle of papers being shifted on the tiny desk that's too small for even the average kids to be comfortable in, or pencils rolling onto the floor and being left there. Thoughts run through students' heads; not I'm so screwed on this test, but my hand is starting to cramp up from writing for so long, or when's lunch? Though, sometimes all of these at the same time.
Finally, the sharp voice of the proctor cuts through the gym. Place your test booklet on your desk, fold to the left. Everyone rises, stretching. Cell phones are reclaimed. Quickly, no one is left. Nothing but silence, once more.
Silence, and the pitter patter of quiet feet as they slip through the unguarded music wing door to fly across a sea of black.