Arts classroom

With a sigh you raise your hand. After answering some other students' questions, the teacher comes over to your desk and listens to your problem. You earn a grim look and quite a sermon about taking care of your things...

Name  time
Unit  min
UnitSingular  minute
Max  30
Min  0
OverMax  31
UnderMin  -1
Value  30
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"Anyway,", the teacher continues. "We don't have any spare brushes up here. They're downstairs in the storage room with the canvasses for drama group. Get all of them, will you? And hurry, you only have 30 minutes left."

FailureMinMessage  Oh no, time's up!
FailureMaxMessage  

 

You nodd, although the prospect of going into the dusty storage room does repel you extremely, and already head for the door, as the teacher hands you his key chain to unlock the entrance to the cellar.

"Don't forget, after class your work has to be done and handed in! No excuses!", the teacher reminds you as you are leaving the room. These words echo in your thoughts, while you make your way along the wall of the atrium towards the door leading downstairs beneath the atrium floor. One after another you try the keys on the key chain until the door swings open and releases a short wave of chilling air.

You sigh, take the keys with you and dive into the cold air, following a straight staircase downwards. The door swings shut behind you and muffles all the noises of everyday school life. 

Being left without a real choice, you continue.