There’s a flat, elevated area behind the bleachers at Armstrong High School in Plymouth that overlooks the gym floor below.

It’s an all-purpose space, used for everything from cheerleader practice to accommodating overflow crowds at busy events.

It serves as a simple walkway for students moving through the school’s athletics venue.

Last week, a familiar head covered with dyed-tip locks went along the walkway, passing the gym floor that was busy with students in a physical education class playing volleyball.

Play on the floor stopped. Students looked up and stared. Some called out.

“Kevon Johnson! Hey, Kevon Johnson!”