He lay his cold, cheap, plastic pencil on the frozen granite-print table. Eraser shavings covered the area surrounding him and the ground on either side of the long rectangular table. He looked down at his burning white screen until he heard the shifting bodies of the classroom move and rise.
 Twas time leave once again. He grabbed his aviator sunglasses and folder, revealing a notebook next to a text. The test was filled out and complete. He picked up the test and the notebook but dropped the notebook sounding a loud slam on the  frail table. The notebook flipped open, showing the answers that he had written down prior to the exam. 
Quickly, he scurried to pick up his things, slip in his sheet of paper, and leave without a trace besides the eraser shavings in his general area.