It is a beach theme

After what felt like forever, one of the teachers emerged from behind the blue beads to announce that the crowd of students was finally allowed to enter. At the front of the line, arm in arm, two students were sent in and there would be a pause before another pair was allowed to follow. Once it was their turn, Noah awkwardly allowed Jacob to take his arm and they stepped through the beaded curtain and into the beach themed decorated room.

Their classmates clustered together, mostly near half-court, where the DJ was set up. The DJ's hair was swept to one side of his head, dangling just over his right eye. Noah vaguely remembered him as one of the upperclassmen from when he was a freshman. He had his equipment spread out across a series of square tables that had been moved in from the cafeteria and surrounded him. He made an announcement from the giant speakers that sandwiched the tables letting them know that anyone could request songs by signing up on a clipboard he waved around.

Behind the crowd, there was a tablecloth draped table that displayed a series of boxes packed with an assortment of snacks. Those snacks were guarded by Mr. Davis, a history teacher that perpetually looked as if he smelled something rancid. Despite his glowering appearance, Noah knew him as a friendly man with a terrible habit of getting off track during class if you knew what to ask.

To their left side were a pair of towels, chairs, an umbrella, and a beach ball displayed as if they were being used by beachgoers. Even though it was all presented on a wax floor, whoever set it up did their absolute best to simulate the scene. Noah reluctantly had to admit to himself that the gym looked pretty nice, though he was still certain that a space theme would have allowed for some more interesting design ideas.