the damp dormitary

The class room was fully packed with students, and the air was damp. I was sitting at the edge of my bench and relatively happy, since everybody was listening to the teacher, and i was alone in the crowded room. Thats when hell broke loose. A group of miscreants barged into the room to break the silence, to disturb the harmony and let the terror out. I ran for my life. I ran through the well lit corridor, i ran down the familiar stair case, down several floors, and found myself in a semi lit dormitarry. The floor was glistening with water, and the smell of phenol, and i saw long rows of wooden cots arranged in one half of the hall. And sitting in the last one was jerry. Jerry is my friend from hostel, my junior. I felt relieved, ran to his cot, hopped on to it, and started chatting about movies. I felt relieved.