The Locker..

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Day one: I moved about a month ago.. Of course it had to be in the summer, well school was near, and by near I mean next week. Great.. A new kid, that no one is gonna notice on the first day of school..Maybe they'll notice me.. I at least hope so. At least I'll be with my best Friend. Her mom recently passed, and had no where to go, so now we have her. We moved to this small town called, Holgan town. It's in Ohio. My best friends name is, named Alexis. Oh, did I forget.. Hi, my name is Megan. Me and Alexis, both are in the 10th grade, yes we're sophomore's. Both, 15. Though, I'll be 16 soon. I'm older than her of course. I'm older than a lot of my friends in my grade. Well.. back to what you actually came for.. The first day of school.. 


Oh, wait.. First off.. I thought that moving would be a new break for the both of us. I mean, we had it rough last year. As long as she's by my side during the entire day of school I'm good. doubt it'll happen though. Well.. Here goes.. It was the first day to this new high school. Called, Juliet high school. Ha. Where's Romeo you say:? The other side of town apparently. As I walked into the high school with Alexis, and my brother by my side, he's older than me but he knows the high school, so he's coming with us, obviously. "Okay, over there you go get your schedules, losers." My brother said. He can be an asshole sometimes, point blank. But I love him. "Okay, now you can go, asshole." I said. joking around.. "Oh, you wanna go?!" He said laughing, holding out his fists. "Yeah, lets go asshole." I said, hitting his arm. Then him picking me up and spinning me around... "Ahh,, Stahp. I'ma puke on my first day, because of you." Feeling irritated. I should of known he would do that. "Hey, you asked for it." He said. "Yeah, okay. You can leave now." I said.. Smiling. "Bye." said Alexis. 

"Thank you, he's finally gone." I said. tapping Alexis on the shoulder..  "Lets get our schedules now." she said... "Alexis Morgan." She said. "Megan Topeia." I said. We had only.. 3 classes together great... Now, I'ma die on the first day.. "What lunch do you have?" Alexis said. "I have lunch D. " the very last lunch, great. "Oh, I have Lunch A." she said. "Now, we're split man... Great.. " Don't worry she said.. "Meet me here at the end of the day, so we can skate home." She said.. "kk. Byeee." 

On the way to Homeroom, I got a teacher named, Mrs.Regontie. She seemed pretty nice. I hope she's nice for the rest of the year. We had too do this 'get to know your fellow classmates' junk. Gah, it bugged me. I didn't know anyone. But this one guy really caught my eye. He looked familiar.. He had the most flawless face ever. And he was totally cute. 

After a few classes later. I realized the schedule was a lie, I didn't have 3 classes with my best friend. I had none. Stupid class change. They changed right away. But I do assume everything does happen for a reason. I was on the way to lunch, and I seen Alexis, I ran to her and hugged her. "Gawd. Today was the worst. I still haven't made any friends, and I'm THE social butterfly." I said, sadly. "Really?! I made a bunch of friends." She said. "Whatt?! Man, our luck it switching. Did we trade souls or something?!" i said  "You're kidding right ?" she said. "Yes, I'm playing, Remember I'm the sarcastic asshole here." I said laughing. Then she was gone, She had to get back to class. I turned right away, and BAM! A total of 3 slushies fell on me.. "Great.." I said. Unhapply. "Are you okay?! I'm so sorry." Said the guy. " Yeah. I'm fine.. I... Just... Yeah.. Gotta... Go. K, bye. " I said running away in shame. Maybe, I should skip lunch, and just go find my locker, I said to myself. Wiping the smoothie off my shirt and pants. 

Where's my locker even at?! I said to myself.. Building 260 locker #166 . Of course.. It had to be the most farthest building from any of my classed. ;-; I said. I seen building 260 and walked right in it, and the building looked old, and as I walked in there, it ws dark as balls. Why is it so dark in here, I said to myself. Tryin' to find a light switch. It looks empty, and old. That's why. It's old and empty. Goodness. I'm not gonna make it if I don't find a light switch soon, I can't see anything.. "Whoa." -Trip- Of course. I tripped over a box. *Fizz Fizz* *Eeeekkk* What was that I said in a panic... Then the lights all turned on. "Oh, well then. I should trip over that box all the time to turn on the light. I said to myself. I soon began to laugh at myself for how stupid I sound. I hope no ones in here, they're gonna think I'm crazy. Or something, I said to myself. once again. Locker #160, 161, 162, 163, 164, 165, 167... Wait.. Where's #166 ? I looked around a bit and still couldn't find it. Then I decided to look onto the other side, then I seen right across, the empty classroom #166 There you are. I looked at it.. Confused. "Why is there R.I.P and flowers all over this.. Don't even tell me.. I got a dead kids locker. Great, just great... I opened the locker, but it didn't work, 34 to the right 22 to the left and 10 to the right. Still didn't work. I soon began to hit the locker so hard. -click- It finally opened.. Looks like I gotta do that too. I looked inside the locker, and it had stuff written all inside it. This kid must of really disliked his life I said.. I read aloud the words inside the locked, "I hate my life. Not afraid to die. Fuck society. Goodbye world." Wow... I said... Hmm... I put down my stuff.. Looking round the locker for a secret something.. Anything.. I mean, if I hated my life, I would of hid a notebook somewhere in there to tell mystery.. I looked in the very back, Of course, a fake wall.. I pulled it open and grabbed the box out of it. It had a notebook and everything. I sat down reading the journal. 

May 9th, 2013: 
I sometimes just wish I was dead. No one likes me. No one ever did. I get bullied 24/7 my life isn't all that great, and I just suck. The kids are right. I'll never be  famous guitarist. Just, young kid with broken dreams, and a busted up face. My life is pointless and lifeless. I wish someone could just help me. Just one true friend at least. Yes, I cut. Yes, I smoke ciggs. Yes, I like tattoos. Yes, I like piercings. Yes, I paint my nails. But, no. I'm not gay. I may wear makeup. But I'm not gay. People call me that all the time. I just hate it. I tell you, I'm not afraid to die. Not afraid to hurt myself. I iwsh I was dead. Everyone does. I hate my life. 

This is so sad. I said to myself. "Yes it is. Isn't it?" Said the boy.  "Oh My GOD. You scared the crap out of me.. " I said,, Walking backwards.. "How'd you open the locker?" He said. " I kicked it several times." I said.. "Well someone found out my trick." He said. "Hey, what is this area? It's dark, empty, and scary." I said.. "It's an old building. no one goes in here since that one kid died. They say it's haunted. Even teachers didn't wanna teach in here because of the scares. This kid who killed himself. Killed himself right in there. That classroom, where the locker is." He said. "How'd that locker get over there?!" I said. "They say he put it there. To warn people. To never come in there." He said.. "Wait.. Why are you even in here?! I mean, you said it yourself. It's scary." I said. "Well, that's for me to know. and for you to find out." He said smiling. *Bing* Bing* Bing* "Ohhhh, shoot I gotta go. I'ma miss my bus. Gotta go talk to you later!! " I said... "Okay, I hope so. Be back later maybe?" HE said. "Yeah, of course. Wait don't you got class?!" I said, "Yeah, I do. It's.... Umm... Over the other side.. But ya know.. I like to be late...." He said suspiciously. "Oh.. kay? Bye. " I said.. 

As soon as I got outside, Alexis comes running up to me.. "WERE HAVE YOU BEEN?! YOU MISSED 4 CLASSES!!!!" She said, worried.. "Wait? What are you talking about? No. /I was gone for lunch. and some kid dumped crap on me. So I went to find my locker. I found it. " I said. "No, you literally missed 4 class periods. it's time to go home now. " She said. "What?!Really?! not-huh... Whatt?! "Oh, well.. Dang the time passed by way to much." I said.. "Well lets go home." 

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