A few blocks north of Foothill Blvd., Clark Magnet sits close to the hillside and is painted beige and green. The school is clean too, for it has students who pick up their trash before going to class. On one side of the school, the amphitheater slopes up to the Panther Pit, but on the other side is the parking lot lined with cars—BMWs, Hondas, every kind, carrying their drivers and passengers with backpacks for odd and even days; and there are solar panels that arch over the cars. On the PE field the students run slow or fast and some of them scream if a lizard runs among them. Racoons come out when all the kids are gone to look for food anyone might have left behind and to eat and drink in the dark.
There is a hallway
There is a hallway