Elsa POV
When the bus stops we run out and get our schedules and locker number. We did not want to see those four again. "So Anna, what's you locker number?"
"320. Yours?"
"420"
"Dang it."
"Later Anna!"
"Bye!"
I start walking to my locker a and by my locker are the popular kids *sigh*
Great just great.
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FanfictionElsa goes to high school and meets two boys who like her. Who will win?
