Paper airplanes whizzing by.
The chatter of little voices.
==========>>>> Running around, waving arms.
Stomping about.
Silence.
A loud “THUD”
could be heard down the hallway. Then
the sound of hard-soled shoes clomping on the tile floor.
The footsteps were getting louder.
That could only mean that the feet to which they were
attached were also getting closer.
Closer.
CLOSER.
C
L O S E R.
You could hear a pin drop.
“Hey! We don’t do that here!”
Footnote: I did not attend Catholic school, so I don't have first-hand knowledge of what the Sisters/Nuns were/are like, however, in talking to others that did survive that experience I'm told it's every bit as fun and joyous as it sounds!. tomb