Miranda and the other girls split up after practice. She walks down the corridor and notices what was once billies locker, swung open, creaking in the wind of hallway.
Creek.
She walks over and looks inside to ajust her eyes onto the photos of her and her friends. Back then, everything was better. She pushes it shut and walks away, clutching onto her bag.
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RandomPlease do not read this as I wrote it ages ago when I didn't even realise how many people would read it.
