Rude much.

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"Yes dad.." I grab my bag and head towards the door.

"You have your lunch money too?" He frantically searched for his keys.

"Yesss dad! Calm down already. Im used to first days." I open the door. We move from place to place, Im always switching schools, so I avoid any close relationships. It's pretty self-explanatory.

"Alright then, I can't find my keys, will you be able to walk?" He lowered his head in shame.

"Oh father, I was planning on walking either way." He chuckled and hugged me. "Bye dad!"

He waved in response.

"Eat well!!" He hollers as I close the door. I smile and begin walking towards the public school. I put in my earbuds and listen to B1A4. As I start reaching the entrance I notice a group of teachers surrounding a guy.

He had on black, everything black pretty much. What a glum person. Man, his life must be black and white. I walk past not bothering to look away. He noticed me and stared back clearly not happily.

I looked away and gulped. Looks like a murderer. Not a good image, I'll stay away from him. I then see another person wearing all black, but she didn't seem at all scary.

She was walking towards the other guy. This school is giving me the chills. I bump into the glass door. This is what I get for staring! I rub my forehead and walk in. My day already gloomy.

Everyone was at their lockers rushing. Am I late? Uh oh. I run to my locker. Well at least I try finding it. What a strange school. Graffiti, lots of vandalism, and not many teachers around. Seems more of a haunted building.

C-234, C-236, aha! My locker, C-238. Aww. I sigh and as my locker had several bad words written on it. I take out a tissue and start wiping it away. What kind of fool would decide to vandalize with a dry-erase marker?

I smile as it all erased. I opened it and wince at the hinges screeching. I frown at the interior. It had belongings from someone. Someone taps my shoulder. I turn and see the scary guy.

"What are you doing at my personal locker?" He shoves me aside and takes out a key chain.

"No! This is my locker now.. So back away. Take your stuff now." I nudged him away and took his stuff out. I handed them out to him. He ripped my schedule out of my hands and glared at it.

He ripped it up.

"Well now you don't have a locker, because I claimed this one. Newbie." He slammed the locker closed and scowled at its clean surface.

"You! Wait! You have your own locker! Where am I gonna keep my stuff?" I whine and glare at him. He shrugged and walked off.

"Go put it back by the way."

I realized I still had his stuff in my hands. It was just a dirty notebook and a box of who knows what

What am I gonna do? Everyone was staring at me astonished.

I returned to MY locker and put my stuff in it. So filthy. What luck, he's so disgustingly rude. A girl stood beside me minding her own business. As soon as I got the stuff I needed, I tapped her shoulder.

"Hey.. Uh, you know that one guy who used to use this locker?" She glanced at it and shrugged slightly.

"Ravi? Sure."

"Where's his actual locker?"

She pointed to the one under mine. This guy is so strange. He must be too lazy to bend down or something. I leaned down and left his stuff on the floor next to his locker.