He was no longer in Mr. Henderson’s Algebra class.
Leo swallowed the pill dry. His eyes burned. He turned to face the Admin, which was already squeezing its plastic frame through the doorway.
Leo looked down. His pencil case was gone. In his hand was a chipped dinner plate. Not a weapon. But Isaac was already crying—tears the size of marbles arced through the air and sizzled against the Admin’s chest. The creature stumbled.
The room stabilized. The dirt floor became a linoleum tile. The stone walls became a classroom again.