Classroom 6 X Novels & Stories

I stopped a taxi at the front and got in. We soon arrived at the venue. It was a building owned by the school too, and as I've heard, they've got many in different states and cities. It was cold, the hallways echoing with the sound of footsteps and distant voices. I found the classroom and slipped inside, taking a seat near the back. There were about fifteen of us, scattered around the room, papers spread out on the desks in front of us. A few were already reading, their faces buried in their notes. The buzz of nervous energy filled the room. The supervisor, a stern woman in her fifties named Professor Harris, stood at the front, organizing her papers. She looked up when the second the clock