True Colors

Chap. 3 | Um.. Hai?

.:Ty's POV:.

A rumor was going around one the first day of school, already?

It was about a brown haired boy passing out in class after apparently running up the staircases to the 6th floor at once. I feel bad for that kid, probably a transfer or a first year. It hasn't been 2 hours and he's getting picked at.

I give a soft sigh as i swipe at my hair, which immediately fell right back over my left eye. Using my right eye, I looked around for my locker in the hallway. We were suppose to be in class but the teachers had to give each student their assigned lockers before we could continue our day.

Ms. Marie gave me my lock, the lock code, and locker number.

463

And that my brain, is all the way down the hallway. I groaned, re-adjusting the headphones around my neck. With a backpack slung over my shoulder, I made my way to my "locker"

...

"HEY DUDE WITH THE BRIGHT GREEN HEADPHONES!!:

I spun around to see a taller, more tan, guy run over to me. He too had a lock, lock combo, and slip of paper with his locker number on it.

"Sorry to disturb you but, do you know where this locker is?"

He showed me the the paper in his hands. I went pale.

464

"Um, your locker...."

"Yea?"

"Your locker is next to mine."

"Oh. Wait REALLY?!"

His giddy laughter was loud enough to make me jump. Did this guy eat raw sugar and 3 cups of coffee before he got here?!

"Yea.. Follow me."

He obliged and trailed behind me as we sit in comfortable silence. My eyes search for my locker.

448...449...450...451...452...453!

I smiled as i stepped in front of my the metal door. The tan dude next to me goes to my right. He fiddles with the lock, trying to use the code to unlock it. I already had mine unlocked so I dropped my backpack and started to shove my belonging into the tall metal cabinet.

A couple minutes passed and I had my stuff shoved into my locker. I didn't bother to fix it. It's going to get messed up anyways so, why bother?

A groan could be heard from my right and the clashing sounds of a lock getting thrown at the locker door. I jumped and turned my head. The tan guy's face was red, oblivious to the commotion he was making.

My eyes narrowed and bent over to pick up the lock, then put my hand out for the slip of paper. He looked at me for confused eyes to shot right back. After a minute he finally realized what I was asking and fumbles around before he puts the code into my palm. I played with the lock,later opening it in a second.

He looked at me with eyes wide. I raise and eyebrow and show him the directions on top of the paper. His face fell, then chuckled.

"Thanks."

His words finally broke the silence around up and started to shove stuff into his locker, just like I did minutes earlier.

I tilted my head to the side after slinging my half-empty backpack onto my shoulder. Couldn't he just put his stuff into the locker before trying to unlock his lock? At least it helps save time.

I rolled my eyes.

I started to walk to my next class before the same guy catches up behind me, again. When he got to me, he just walked at my pace. I was about to ask but shook my head.

"AH HA"

I turned.

He had his fist in his palm. As if he just got an idea.

"I was going to ask you earlier, but what is your name?"

He pointed at me.

"Ty...?"

"OK, Im Adam! Or Sky Budder."