Anarchy in an hour

Your teacher falls asleep in class... what anarchy ensues?

Anarchy in an Hour

As the movie continued, kids begin to nod their heads and think of far off places. They fall asleep in groups, each one not able to keep their friends awake.

Soon, half of the class is asleep and the teacher is too tired to notice. She too begins to drift off, leaning her head on her hand. The kids still awake slowly realize and watch in anticipation as the teacher lays her head on the desk and begins snoring.

Quietly, the kids shake their neighbors awake, each one waking those around them. One kid lets out a laugh when he sees the teacher, but is very quickly shushed by the rest of the class.

Kids start hopping around, whispering to their friends and dancing around the room.

They throw paper airplanes and go through the teachers cabinets, looking for fun. One kid finds a box of mints and soon the whole class is running around on a sugar high.

One kid rips of his shirt off and begins running around wielding a broken pair of scissors as a sword. He gets in a fight with a kid with a pencil over the last mint and pencil kid ends up getting cut along his hand.

The rest of the class goes mad at the sight of blood, jumping up and down and climbing all over desks, all the while being quiet enough to not wake the teacher. They scramble for their own supplies and soon form three clans. Penzell, Sessor, and Marcor, the last of which being the most deadly.

The Marcor attacks were indirect, using a tube of color to shame the other creatures. They would be cast out of their own tribe and left to starve. Some did not survive the extreme embarrassment and died of shame.

Battles ensued across the classroom, the desks being tipped and used as barricades. Paper became a form of currency, as it was the main form of communication.

Javalines were thrown across the room, stabbing and killing all in their path. The cabinets were searched again, and they began putting things together to create even deadlier weapons.

A catapult launched balloons full of ink, string was tied to create a bow and arrow, and all this time they continued to die. A Sessor figured out flight and created a paper airplane that would drop clouds of miniature needles onto the unsuspecting below.

As the weapons continued to evolve, even deadlier weapons came into existence. Soon, a Marcor created the ultimate weapon. A bomb, that when detonated would fill the air with inescapable ink. All caught in it would perish.

A few members of the tribes tried to negotiate for peace, more willing to lose their war than die of embarrassment. But the Marcor did not listen.

The bomb was launched on the 17th of 11. It flew through the air and crashed into the center of the room.

A tremendous wave of ink and wind blew everywhere. All present were branded with its inky death.

As the echoes resided, the people of Treofore realized what they had done.

The teacher sat up and rubbed their eyes. She looked around at the tribes, covered in ink and candy wrappers. Some were holding knives and others were laying on the floor bleeding.

She closed her eyes, put her head on the desk, and the realm of Treofore was plunged once more into war.