A piece of ceiling tile fell off of the ceiling, crashing down onto the cold, hardwood floor.
"I mean, yikes. This place is a dump," Jacob remarked. "Why can't Gale arrange people to fix it?" Nova nodded. "Well, repairs cost money. Also, most of our funding comes from our school clubs, and most of them were dissolved because they quit."
"So the reason why this place is a dump- it's because there's no funding?" Jacob quizzically asked. "I guess."
Several incidents had already happened- the showers only had cold water, the air conditioners suddenly broke- the Academy was slowly becoming a run-down hut with no doors for the bathroom stalls.
"Do you think we should take this to Gale?" Amy asked.
Nova nodded.
First, there was the loud thumping of a man slamming their table.
Then, a loud rapping of the door.
Then, small voices peeping, "Dirt! Dirt! Dirt! Open sesame! Dirt!"
Gale stretched his back before sluggishly trudging to the door. "What do you want?"
"We want to hold a bake sale for the Academy!"
Gale squinted. "You can't do it all on your own. You'd *yawn* need help."