23 pairs of eyes are on the clock, watching the seconds tick by.

The hairs on the back of my neck stand on end, my ears turn a deep Scarlett with anticipation.

Tick, tick, tick.

More seconds disappear.

My eyes water but I dare not blink.

Tapping our feet, picking our nails, we wait silently for our saving grace.

Sweat dribbles down our faces, our thighs stick to the seats we sit on.

3, 2, 1….

“Rriing!”

23 children clatter to their feet, excitedly.

At long last, the summer break.