It was a dark night. The classroom was dark, gloomy and dull.
anxiety of getting caught filled the air, sweat trickling down the girls neck. Her coal black hair getting greasier by the second, her bottom lip quivering with fear.
The darkness shifted and light illuminated the room, while the girls face contorted into a face of surprise and horror. Millions of thoughts swarmed in her head like a colony of bees
One of her fellow classmates traipses into the room, her jet black curly hair bobbing along with her. A look of suprise spreads across her face as she gazes at the other girl, her anger crowding the room.
The two girls negotiate and interrogate, their anger expressing itself automatically, as tension fills the air, their argument is put at rest, the two girls leave, oblivious of what the other was doing there.
However the sneaky and reckless but very cautious girl walks back in after the other girl has left, and she is determined to steal some of the art supplies. Paint is slplattered on the floor after she foolishly carried too much and dropped it.