Roy Kupkus

Coney Island

The next Friday rolled around, and by that time I was enrolled in the high school like 40 miles down the fuckin road.

Currently, I was standing at my locker,356, trying to get the son of a bitch open.

And have been for the last 20 minutes.

I pulled on the handle, and nothing, so I tried hitting it and same thing.

"You gotta hit it in the right spot", someone said over my shoulder then hit it with their fist, pulled the handle and it swung open.

I glared at it then raised an eyebrow at Roy before I sighed and shoved everything inside.

"How come you can get it open and I can't?", I said as I closed it.

"Cause I've been here longer than you have-I know all the tricks", he smirked as he walked beside me."That used to be my locker."

"No shit", I laughed.

"Yeah and then they moved me-so I'm actually 4 doors down", he said.

"Hmm", I nodded to myself.

"What class you got first?", he asked.

"History", I said.

"Cool, that's with me-come on",he pulled at my jacket then took off down a hall so I followed him.

When we got in there, we sat down and everyone stared at me.

Whispering.

And I'm pretty sure about my hair.

"What? Ever seen a new girl with badass hair?", I said as I looked around at everyone then sat in front of Roy who was laughing.

I put my black hat on backwards as I turned around in my chair to face him then put my arms on the back of the seat, laying on them.

"How long does this usually last?", I asked him.

"About an hour", he answered.

"Oh God", I groaned and threw my head back,

"I know", he nodded.

A group of jocks walked in and one of em came right over to me, leaning on my desk.