The Georgia State buildings stand tall, enclosing a space for people and students, with many seats and bushes, and creates the Courtyard. The Courtyard, which is one Emily’s favorite “happy” places. Under a tall, slender girl with pale skin and short blonde hair’s feet, is lots of concrete, a dirty, disheveled color, creating a floor; To her left, a small concrete patterned bridge, goes over the road, connecting the Courtyard to the building Classroom South. Plastic and metal chairs, seats, and tables fill the space, luring students and the few lingering pedestrians in to sit down, and fill their space. Around noon, all the seats are almost filled.  There’s tall white tents set up, large white posts with a white sheet thrown across the top, selling cool merchandise, like Emily likes, and offering part time jobs to the surrounding people. Every corner of the Courtyard is filled with something, another door to a building, which opens and closes as people enter and leave, letting out the quick cool breeze to ease the heat, or stairs leading in or out of the Courtyard.

There’s a circle, filled with students and people smoking, and they all chatter to each other about something between each puff. Surrounding the beautiful fountain with clear waters and a blue underlying tone beneath it, are bushes, edging the sides of the buildings. The edgings have concrete slabs poking out, and were made perfectly in the shape of a bench. This, is also where people sit. A petite, dark complexed girl with long brown hair stands up from the concrete slabs, with a look of un comfort as her thighs peel off the rough concrete slab, and walking off with a distinct pattern from sitting on the rear side of her thighs. In the corner, by herself reading a large novel in the shade, is a young lady, with dark skin, smooth and creamy as chocolate, sitting on the dusty concrete floor, with her back rested upon the skyscraper buildings. Another concrete slab pokes out from the building, and shelters her from the rays of sunlight.

Around the girl lost in her book is a tall, muscular guy sitting at a table eating a quite large sandwich filled with some meat. The muscles in his arm as it moves up and down gently flexes. The table to his right has two girls at it, one has her brown curly hair in a ponytail, twirling it as they speak, and leaning back in her chair. The other, her dark wavy hair blows slightly in the breeze and moves a bit as her hands fly in the air back and forth, up and down. Theres a ramp, narrow and short, beside a small flight of stairs; a girl, pushes a cart filled with various items down the ramp, and as the speed increases, she follows behind, grabbing it, and making it slow down.

The Courtyard is filled with so many different people, the population being very diverse. Emily loves the diversity, and how everyone interacts with each other. Theres people advertising, which is a group of people, theres people studying at the tables, which is another set of people. People sit and people watch on the rough benches, or stop and take a minute break before the next class. The Courtyard is filled with posters of students, petitions, advertisements, and the heart of the heart, the fountain. The girl with dark black hair, sitting on the edge by the fountain drinking saxbys coffee and listening to music with her headphones in, stands up, slings her book bag over her shoulder and walks off into the distance.