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Kari dug her feet on the ground, as she continued pulling. Yes, she loved being trusted, but she HATED opening the doors. She let out a sigh of relief as she saw the oversized excuse for a door resting safely on the walls and wiped the sweat pouring from her forehead. She opened her bag for her handkerchief, and cursed when she rummaged through and found nothing there other than her school books and pens. "Must have left it in my locker."
Shaking her head, she entered the school and headed straight towards the stairs for her locker was on the 2nd floor. Jogging up two steps at a time, she ignored the nagging feeling her conscience was telling her. She ran towards the far-east wing, spotting the locker numbered 104. Kari reached out a hand to the locker handle when she stopped. Her form stilled, and she chuckled. "How could I open my locker without a key? Stupid me."
She opened a clasp on her bag, which was a small compartment hidden in her small side pockets, and took out a small silver key with a number engraved which was the same as the number on her locker. She inserted the key without further ado and-
"Aaaaaaah!"
She screamed as a large trash bag fell on top of her, making Kari step back and plaster herself against the wall. The bag landed on the floor with a thump and rolled towards her feet.
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