He got a letter in the mail about school registration. The world keeps spinning. The lockers will still be green, even if I’m not there. The teachers will read rules on the first day, the freshman be wide-eyed, the seniors will question everything. There will be football games and marching band and pep rallies and we will fade from the walls like the eggshell paint. They will take our pictures down. We will only exist there in dusty yearbooks. The minutes were endless but we weren’t.