Finally… the little hand hits the four and the freedom bell rings. I shove everything in my backpack and head to the “usual spot” on the bricks under the rotunda stairs where I meet my friends every day after school. I prop myself up on my bag and basically freeze myself in time while the busy life goes on around me. I never REALLY pay attention to what goes on in the rotunda after school until that day.
I looked to my left and saw a group of guys head banging and dancing. Apparently that was perfectly normal because nobody else was staring at them the way I was. Slightly past them you had your typical awkward couple that could not seem to keep their hands off each other because they were apart for a WHOLE class period.
I looked upstairs and saw what I like to call the “creepers” that just stand over the top of the rotunda and stare at everyone below them. One kid kept saying “Dude, I dare you to drop it. Just do it.” to his friend who held a binder over the railing upstairs.
What they did not know was that directly below them was a teacher and a police officer having a nice conversation. I was not sure if I should warn them, so I decided to just keep watching instead. Lucky for them, the binder slid off the railing giving it enough of a boost to clear the officer’s head with inches to spare. The teacher on duty was completely oblivious because by the time the kid got the nerve to drop his binder, she was talking away on her phone.
Next thing you know, the entire girls soccer team came running into the rotunda because it was too cold to practice outside. I quietly made bets with my friends on who would be the first one to kick a ball right into the brand new flatscreen tvs mounted on the walls. Unfortunately, the teacher on duty told us we had to leave because it was 4:15, so we were not able to co9mplete our bets.
Soon enough that little hand would hit the four once again, and I would get the chance to re-live the rotunda life.