By Mariya Karimjee
Under the blue awning of Seven Star Deli and Grocery, a group of teenagers stood idly. One burrowed his toe into the sidewalk, his hands stuffed into his pockets. A girl in a grey Hollister jacket stood in the middle of the street, hands stretched outward.
“I’m going in,” she told them. It was 8:15, and class at New Utrecht High School had started four minutes ago. The boys watched her as she walked towards the red brick building.
A line of cars wrapped around the block outside 79th Street and New Utrecht Avenue. There was the faint hum of construction at the 79th Street station, and the elevated D train clanged to a stop as more students flooded out. Backpacks slung over shoulders, they walked down the stairs.
Some gathered by the sunlit plywood at the station’s entrance, grinning at each other at the end of their four-day weekend.
There is a little less than an hour until the next class period would begin.
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