School

You were sat at your usual desk Infront of the teacher's desk, your notebook Infront of you, the most recent "masterpieces" that you like to draw filling the corners of the pages you're on. Your pen taps mindlessly against the scratched wood next to your notebook as you gaze off into nonexistence, the lecture of the biology teacher about a frog's life cycle becoming a distant blabber in your dissociating-from-reality mind..

And then BAM! The door slammed inward as a group of armed soldiers came in, guns and rifles raised, trained solely on you. They yelled commands at the class to stand down and not move, while the one that seemed like the General stepped forward, coming up right to your desk, and pointed at you with a cold expression. Two soldiers moved forward and grabbed you by your arms, hauling you out of the classroom by force, not even letting you screech in surprise.