The fan hummed in mockery as logarithmic functions bounced off the walls. Most of the kids in Avery’s class had their heads down, the teacher didn’t seem to mind. Avery sat at the back, his hands shoved into his hoodie’s pockets, and his foot shaking with the beating of the clock on the wall. He sweated under the hoodie, but he didn’t seem to mind as he tugged at it gently to cool himself off. That’s when he saw the writing on the wall. Too tiny to be noticed, too red…to not?  “Tonight is the night.” The words on the wall, right above the whiteboard, whispered to him. *** The…