The air was warm like it was renewed out of a bread oven, growing to blast our eyes and kiss our faces with its fiery breath. The sun rose in a pool of crimson and gold, spilling light all over the terrestrial and the silver clouds,; while the tree branch moves with the waft and danceddances to the pace of the wind. Minutes turn into hours, then I realised the teacher has arrived and made his way into the lab with the students. My figure was full of bashfulness from the glowering eyes, as I made my way into my seat at the back row desk beside Jeremy. The lab is mostly light-coloured with eight rows of desks filled with both boys and girls.