Astrology Girl

It was official.

My life sucked.

First of all, my name is Capricorn Delta Nelson.

Second, I am the youngest child in my family.

And third, I walked into the wrong locker room. More specifically, the boys' locker room. Also known as the Domain of Undomesticated and Savage Males.

PRESENT

The putrid smell of B.O. and AXE filled my nose. Locker rooms were practically the homes of perspiration, potent fumes, and revolting odors. This was my first time stepping foot on anything remotely related to physical education.

I wrinkled my nose and clutched my new gym bag tighter. Who knew that athletic girls smelled so much like boys.

"Yo! Dude hand me my AXE bottle!" A masculine voice yelled.

I froze. Was this the boys' locker room or did the girls at this school have unnaturally deep voices? I tried to hide behind the wall, but it was too late.

My legs had lost their ability to move, and I had stumbled over my own feet. My face hit the ground and the floor wasn't the only thing my body hit. It hit a cursed AXE bottle. The bottle exploded and the toxin gushed everywhere over my body. My nose felt like a thousand grandmas had sprayed their perfume up my nostrils all at the same time. My arms felt like they had been hit by bricks, and I started to wheeze.

"Dude! Are you alri-" A deep voice gasped, "HOLY SHIT! IT'S A GIRL!"

At that moment, all the boys screamed, yelled, and squealed. Did I really look like a guy? I struggled to get up, and the moment my eyes opened, oh words cannot describe how scarred I was.

Boys hastily tried to cover their parts and one tripped in attempt. Some boys who were already dressed, hooted with laughter.

"Dude! I mean girl! What the heck are you doing in here?" A deep voice shrieked.

I put my hands over my eyes and replied, "I was trying to find the girls' locker room!"

All the boys laughed at me. My face was dark red at this point, and I was soaked with AXE. I peeked through my hands.

A guy walked up to me, clutching his towel tightly, and stared at me. "Well you better find the girls' locker room before Coach Bayer finds you in here."

"I would if I could! Do you think I would just stumble into the boys' locker room if I wasn't lost?" I muttered.

With all the dignity I could muster, I turned on my heel and strode out of the locker room.

Someone hollered, "Girl's got sass!"

Which erupted laughter and cat calls.

I walked dejectedly down the hallway, and parts of my clothes were soaked with AXE. How wonderful. As the sound of giggling and lockers slamming filled my ears, I knew I was in the right place this time. The girls' locker room. I casually strode in, trying to ignore the stares and sudden whispers.

My head whipped around toward a girl with strawberry blonde hair, wearing only a sports bra and Nike shorts. I flinched at her indecency.

I slowly walked to the restrooms and tried to ignore the putrid smell. I hated public bathrooms. I started to change into my unflattering athletic clothes and winced at the ugliness of the shirt. It had "WENTWORTH HIGH SCHOOL" plastered across the front in green and yellow.

I stepped out of the stall and awkwardly held my bags. Where was I supposed to put them? I started walking down every aisle trying to look for locker 682, as seen on one of the papers the school's office aide had shoved into my hands. I found my locker, and was about to put the combination code in, when a girl stopped me.