A hundred words story
Over hundred un-animated computers lying side by side in a room with big pale white walls. More than half of them are occupied with afternoon lazy students, sitting face to face with flat screens emitting light. Only if this was a lush green park with soft breeze that the mood would match the atmosphere. Suddenly in charge gets up from her squeaking chair, and a wave of animation passes through the corridor of students, placing their hands on the mouse, they pretend. Girls are talking about non trivial things, chattering incessantly. Boys are talking about non trivial things, .