10:12 am on a school day, (especially a Wednesday) is a very slow moving point of time. Fairy rested her head on her geography book. The teacher rambled on and on. Then suddenly. There was an abrupt lack of a teacher at all. No poof, no flash. Just a chalk clinking against the floor and snapping in half. The class was still for a few moments and then out of nowhere, Dave stood up and yelled.
"IT'S BEGUN," at the top of his lungs, "EVERYONE RUN AROUND IN CIRCLES AND SCREAM!" And, just like that, they did. Except for the lovely class stoner, Gavin who remained in his seat. He blinked and tilted his head, and reached for Trent.
"Where the motherfucking hell do you think you're going?" He asked in his vaguely childlike manner. Trent blinked and replied gingerly.
"I uhh, Gavin, the teacher is gone."
"he'll be back bro."
"He disappeared."
"Did he?"
"yes." By this point, the class was empty except for the two of them. Gavin stood up and stretched.
"Looks like we got us a spare." He said as he began pushing Trent out of the classroom.