Imperial Idaho wrote:"Let's get these desks set up guys!"
"Ok" Mordimer responded. He briskly strolled over to the classroom that Miller had entered. The white floor sat covered with a film of dark scratches from years of chairs being scraped across it. The Whiteboard had marks from the blue black and red markers from the last time the class had been used more than a week ago. Photos, Pictures and quotes adorned the walls. An overhead projector relaxed nestled in the far corner. One of the desks were missing, having been recently moved to the barricade. Mordimer moved to pick up the desk right behind it. The desk seemed to have a layer of used gum coating the underside of it. Sliding into his grasp, the desk was hauled to the barricade, fitting near the other desk and the bench.
Torchina wrote:"Who are you? What is going on?"
"Mordimer turned around,with the introduction of the new figure, after putting the chair down. He started towards the classroom again. "Hello Sir. I am Mordimer. We are barricading the doors from the risers outside. Would you like to help?"