As soon as the school bell rang, dozens of children poured out from their classroom doors, flooding across the playground and the field. From classroom 21B came running a little girl with a cap on backwards. Usually she waited for her pale-skinned friend from the adjacent classroom, but today, it was imperative that she get to the sandbox before anyone else did.
“Seth, you’re such a slowpoke!” she threw at her friend when he finally arrived. She was already squatting down over the sand, searching for something within the millions of grains.
“I’m sorry! I didn’t know where you went!” the boy panted, out of breath from running across the playground.
“Well, hurry up and search for gold. What if all the third graders already took them?” She sifted through more sand. Some particles shined in the light, but she could find no pieces of pyrite gold.
“Would the third graders know about this? I thought we didn't learn about the Gold Rush until fourth grade.”
“I don’t know. Maybe some of the older kids told them. A.J. told me to help him look for gold when he was in fourth grade.”
“I guess that’s true... We do tend to come here every year.” Seth started digging through the sand. This would be a tedious recess period. He couldn’t wait until the remaining fifteen minutes were up.
“Of course. Don’t you want to get more—TREASURE! Mwahahaha. Found one!” Chris held up a bead-sized piece of pyrite gold. It was shiny; it was gold.
It was pyrite, thought Seth. It’s not like it was actually worth anything...
“Woohoo! This is going in my treasure chest when I get home,” said Chris as she stuck the little piece into a tiny plastic baggie. She continued combing her fingers through the sand. “Isn’t this awesome, Seth?”
“Yup...” he reluctantly agreed. He didn’t ever get to keep any of the ones he found either. She took them all. At least they had collectively gathered quite a bit of those gleaming minerals over the last few years.