Society

Art stands there, her face screwed up in a painful expression.
"You okay?"
"You stood on my foot" She snarls, pouting at the same time. You shrug and smile apolegeticly. Before you can say anything about Mr Cremshaw being a nutter the school sits silently, hushed in anticipation.
Suddenly a loud ripping sound fills the auditorium. Students heads swivel. The sound repeats itself, this time a dull thwack following it.
You stand up and turn to look around the room.