Septiplier

The locker. {1}

  It seemed like a normal day for the two boys. Jack got up and walked to school as Mark drove. It was the first day of 12th grade at Willsforth High School. Jack was living in a house with his step-mom  about two blocks away from the school. Mark was living in a house with his 77 year old grandmother. 

   It took Mark about twenty minutes to get to school in his purple punch buggy, because of all the traffic. He was stopped at a light, two blocks away from the school, and he saw a guy with green hair walk across the crosswalk to the school. Strange to some people, but Mark understood. He had dyed his hair red, because that was his favorite color. He was lost in his thoughts when a car horn had interrupted him. He soon realized that the light was green and, he took a right, and went to school.

[*****]

  Jack was looking for his locker.

"You've got this," he thought, "This year will be better than the others. I'm a senior!" 

He turned the corner and slammed into Mark on accident, causing them both to stumble backwards, almost falling.

"I am so  sorry!" Jack said, while some girl called out, "Get a room!"

Mark pretended not to hear. "That's ok. Hey..." Mark said remembering his hair, "I like your hair,"

Jack blushed a little, "Thanks," He said looking up at his hair, "Same," 

"I'm Mark," He said with a smile.

"My name is Jack," He said, returning the gesture.

"What's your locker number?" Mark asked.

"332,"Jack answered.

"No way!", Mark said, "I'm 333,"

"What are the odds," Jack said.

The same girl that spoke out when they fell was walking past. She answered for Mark saying, "I'd say two in a million,"

//sorry for cheesy ending. Thanks for reading. This was my first story so be nice plz. Hope you liked. Sorry its short! others will be longer!

Bye-Bye! XD//