I feel the moment weigh down on me. I need to say something good, and fast
Buzzers, laughter, the occasional piercing shriek of a mike handled wrong.
I’m standing at one side of the stage, next to Tammy, watching the fourth round of the game pick up speed. PBY’s buzzer gave a yes to one question, and several girls plop down in their seats, leaving just three standing. Opposite them, seven girls from Bathsheba High School stand with hands folded. One of them, I know, is hiding a small buzzer in her palm, ready to signal yes or no to the next question.
I’m just so relieved everything worked out. And it’s a great game; looks like both schools are enjoying it.
Mrs. Gerber steps over. “I think it’s time to wind down the game and move on to the next part of the event,” she says. “We’ve had a few rounds and I’d like to stop before anyone gets restless. What do you think?”
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