Today's OneWord: Eleven

"How much time do we have left?" I asked.

Rose looked at her watch. "Eleven minutes."

We continued to sit in the empty classroom, wondering when the teacher would return. If we really wanted to, we could bolt for the door right now, ditch this dismal detention once and for all. Something, however, kept me in my seat, staring at the blank whiteboard in front of me. Rose didn't seem to want to move, either, her fingers moving closer and closer to my side of the table.

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