As the exams continue the contractions slowly get worse and closer. You are given the go ahead to start. The teacher sits at his desk. Outside it starts to storm worse. Down pouring rain. Bright lightning. Loud booming thunder. Then you feel me drop down all way. It seems I don;t want to wait until after exams. Everyone else student wise is nervous trying to remember what they learned. Another student about your age looks pregnant too. you know she had one already. she is sitting close to you. desk is close enough could reach inside your jeans and see if bag is right there and if your dilated any.<br/><br/>OOC: Cave minimium is 10 sentences btw.