he opened his locker.
He knew before something was going to happen because a few people, including the guy who called him a fag, were standing across from it just staring at him.
He should've cautiously opened it but instead he opened it like every other day and ended up covered in glitter.
"Someone smells fabulous" a feminine voice said from somewhere near John but he just ignored it.
He had to admit the glitter bomb was a fantastic idea, he had to applaud them on that, and if he hadn't promised his dad to quit his pranking ways he would've already been scheming for his comeback.
Walking into room 111 he took the familiar seat he now claimed as his. he dropped his books on the desk and slumped down into the chair, glitter fell as he did so.
John sighed deeply, ruffling his already wind swept hair to make even more glitter fall out. His actions caused many people to stare and laugh at him. It was okay though, not like he wouldn't be doing the same thing if he was in their place.
Finally most of the glitter was out and class had started. after putting away the books he didn't need he finally realized what was written under his now smeared greeting.
"Hey, the names Dave"
