I've got to get to work. Dejectedly, Juan trudges up toward the main buildings. He sees a young woman walking toward him with a determined step. Hey, wait 'til this hotshot goes over, if, like, he doesn't fall on us. A speeding, brightly-painted airplane zooms toward them, looping and diving, flying upside down and sideways as it passes over the school.
Heads peek out of doors and windows to see the stunt plane.
All playing stops on the P.E. fields. They must really get off doing that. Boy, hope no bolts fall out of that plane. I'm too sick to stay here. My asthma's raging.