Pandemonium
When the lunch bell rings, everyone starts scampering out of the classroom very noisily, the thing is when one sense dies, the other ones sharpen a lot.
"We should go", I signed in her direction. I imagined her nod before standing to her feet noisily.
"Hey, Mofy", Manny's voice was firm and deeper that what I remember from last year. "Happy new year".
"Hey, Emmanuel", she replies. She holds my hand and gives it a squeeze.