The tapping of pencils against plastic desks.

Fidgeting feet against the cool concrete floor.

A murky sky, threatening rain on this day of celebration,

just visible through the small round window.

The “zzzzt” of jackets on the backs of some of us.

Squeaky desks cutting past the Ac’s deep rumble.

A sense of anxiousness becoming more apperatant.

We didn’t speak, afraid of the teachers glare on the back of our heads.

All eyes on the door, waiting for freedom.

Screeching bells alarmed freeing us into Summer.