A sharp jab hit him between his ribs. With a sudden inhale, Seth's snoring stopped, and his head popped up. The teacher continued his lecture as Seth looked over at Ruth, the student next to him. She mouthed the words "stay awake" to him, back to writing down notes. Seth picked up his own pen and tried to continue his own notes. There was a row of large scribbles from when he had fallen asleep, and beneath them, barely legible writing.
He wondered what he had missed during his nap. Zachary Slone, the teacher, was going on about covering up information to confuse enemy forces. He'd slept though too much of it to make sense of the lecture now, but from what he could tell the idea looked something like his notes-illegible and messy on the surface, with something important hidden beneath.
His room was messy, too. His eyes stretched open. He got up and threw it in the dirty clothes in the hamper, and then covered it in more clothes. And then he got up and got dressed. Or did he get dressed first? That morning was getting jumbled up in his tired mind. But he knew his something important was hidden. That was all that mattered.
As Slone continued his lecture, Seth shifted in his chair. His foot tapped his backpack, and then he remembered putting it there instead of in the laundry, to bury later that day. He liked that plan. An uncertainty came upon him, and he set his pen down. He pushed his chair back and reached under the desk to grab his backpack. Unzipping it just enough for his hand to fit in, he felt around. It wasn't there.
Seth thought for a second, closed his bag and got up. He walked to the door at the back of the room and left. As he walked out, it slowly swung back to being closed. When the heavy door finally clicked shut, he ran.