The emptiness was distracting. There wasn't much in the room only white walls, grey speckled floors and cream coloured desks. No chairs. This was one of the last rooms that had chalkboards instead of whiteboards. And the only without computers and posters lined up in the back. It was one of the older classrooms; the school was turning it into storage for the construction classes next semester. But right now it was Gio's prison.
Normal detentions were in room 132, but she resided in 106, right in the middle of the technology classes. Amongst all the noise that drove her insane. They knew it would bother her. They gave her such a large canvas but then surrounded her with so much noise she could barely think. The back hallways were always the loudest. Right next to technology was drama, and next to that was music, and after that the horror that was the hospitality classes. There was never silence. There was never peace. When it wasn't the sound of drills and hammers it was the cring