Tap. Tap. Tap. School can be such a bore. "And that is how, children, an internal combustion engine would work, if the government hadn't cut off all our funding!" my Professor screamed. It was true; Varrock University's funding had been redirected to solve the water shortage. "But, pupils, don't forge-" the bell went off! We were free! I carefully tucked my books into my napsack; they were so old and dilapidated that they could fall apart at any moment. As usual, I was the last one out the door. I strolled into the square and onto the bone dry fountain's bridge. From here I could see games of boccia, football, and lacrosse. Though, I wasn't the sporty type, and it must've been at least 39 degrees out today! And with that in Autumn...well something had gone wrong.