I walk through the front door and pick up my schedule. My locker is on the third floor, and I start heading there. Once I get there, I see that I have an end locker. Great. Plenty of elbow room. I get my lock out of my backpack and open it up so I could get it ready. But then the weirdest thing happens.
I open my locker, and there's a pole in it. A freaking pole! From the bottom of my locker to the top! It takes up all the space! Where am I going to put all of my stuff? Who would put a locker around a big pole? "What the hell is this?" I say to myself.
"Watch your language, mister," a teacher says from behind me. "Profanity is not a good first impression. Oh my, It seems we have a bit of a predicament here. Go down to the dean's office and they will give you a new locker," She says then walks away.
"But where is the deans office?" I yell to her but she doesn't hear me. I tour the halls until I find it, on the first floor. They give me a new locker, and it's pretty close to my old locker. I put my stuff in my new locker and start heading to my first period class. That's another new thing it'll take time to get used to. I don't have a homeroom.
I go to first period biology and pick my seat. As soon as I pick my seat, a group of my "friends" sit next to me. "Can I get a little space, guys?" They move their desks a half inch to the side. All at once, they start talking about their summer and start asking me about my summer. It's all too much to take in and I stand up and turn to the crowd that has gathered around me.
"LOOK GUYS!" I shout. They all get quiet. "I have to go to the bathroom so make a path." All of a sudden, people start saying around me stuff like "oh yeah I gotta go too" and "well if he's making a bathroom run..."
I walk out the door and turn around to see that the entire crowd following behind me. This is just to weird. I run, more like sprint to the bathroom and lock myself into a stall. A couple seconds later, the door slams open and people's voices fill the room. All of a sudden people start banging on the doors.
"Stop guys, I'm busy!" I shout, but they don't stop. I hear a bunch of screams, and I realize that something's gone wrong. I jump out of the stall, and everyone is trying to rush out. I get out of the bathroom and see two dead freshmen on the floor with bullet wounds in their chests.
"Oh crap."
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When Everything Changes
ActionI'm the most popular kid in school. Need I say more? They expect me to be a rebel, to go to detention several times a week, to not do my homework. But, on the inside, I'm a nerd. It's a quality that's hard to hide, and I can't show it, or else I won...
