You’ve finally made it to 6th period after the longest school day of your life. You sit down exhausted, hoping for a stress free, easy period, and your teacher tells the class to get out your chromebooks. You open your bag, reach for your chromebook that you just charged the day before and open it and see the dreaded black screen. This makes no sense you think while spamming the power button. But it’s true, you’re all outta juice.
Panic starts to set in, you can feel sweat dripping down your face. You know what happens when you show up to class with a dead chromebook. You slam the screen shut, and slide it into your bag, praying your teacher didn’t see. But you weren’t fast enough.
“Where’s your Chromebook?” Your teacher asks menacingly.
Your heart is beating out of your chest, what do you do!
“Uh, it’s dead,” you stutter, knowing telling the truth is better than lying. They would find out anyway.
“A dead chromebook is a dead student!” your teacher yells, grabbing you by your arm and pulling you outside.
They bring you to the back of the office building, suddenly surrounded by a group of armed men. You realize this is it, a simple mistake, and a 6-year-old battery that lasted as long as the Anglo-Zanzibar War (roughly 38 – 45 minutes). They type in a long and complicated passcode into the door and you enter into the student prison.
“In you go, you dead chromey,” your teacher says with a big shove
Inside the prison are four other students just like you, who couldn’t remember to charge their chromebooks. You see your old friend Bryan, he’s been gone since November, thank goodness he’s still alive.
“Welcome in” Paul, the Prison Guard says. “As you know every day a random student is chosen to be sacrificed to please our administrators, and to make new chromebook batteries! Good luck, and have fun!” He says. You sit there for an hour or so until you hear the bell ring.
“It’s time!” Paul exclaimed. “Eeny, Meeny, Miny, Moe… you!” He says pointing at you. You get grabbed by your arm, again, and pulled to the grinder. “In ya go, bummer you went so quick, you seemed nice” Paul says with a big shove. “Not yet, I don’t wanna go, it’s always charged, the battery liiiiiiiiiife!” You scream, falling to your demise.
