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Three.

She came in from the back. She never liked the stares she felt if she walked in from the other direction. Head down, back straight. Left leg, right leg, come on, you got this girly. She gently pushed passed the few people in the hall.

She reached her locker. Like usual, no one was there waiting for her. She didn't know why she got her hopes up every only to have the same thing happen.

She opened it and got out the books she needed. She paused to check her music. Oh. This song. Skip. 

SLAM!

She made sure it was locked before moving on once more.

Lightly shoving passed the few people as she tried to get back outside. She pushed open the door and stepped outside. She was greeted by the wind whipping through her hair.

She sighed before attempting to tuck her hair behind her ears to keep it out of her eyes. She put on a face, one of anger to ward others off as she continued to the main building. As she hoped, everyone she passed ignored her. 

She reached the main building and took a deep breath, trying to ready herself for socializing with her friends. She loved them, she really did. But lately, she just couldn't find it in her to be social.

She preferred drowning herself in her music.