MAGENTA

3 (The New Girl)

It was the first day of school and my own first day as a junior high school student at Grigori High. I have no idea where to go, I have no friends to help me out either.

Ever since I arrived at this school, all I could ever start doing is examining the school's demeanor.

Outside, by the school building's facade, a large banner hung right on the top part of the school building's main entrance door. The banner said: 'Welcome Old and New Students! How was Summer?'

A curiosity pinched one side of my brain upon hearing the word 'Summer'. Has summer ever visited this town anyway? Two days ago when my brother and I arrived here and the temperature was almost as if December had already come.

When I got in the building, students searching for their classes were forming a traffic throughout the hallways. Some students were excited to check out their new assigned lockers for this school year.

The lockers were pinned against the hallway walls, separated in equal numbers on each side. Upon observation, the colors of the lockers changed when I got to the second floor. Ground floor had blue lockers, second had red. Another curiousity was wondering what locker colors would be in the third floor.

I skimmed over a piece of paper I was holding, which contained details and instructoions for my first day..  That includes my class schedules and the assigned locker for me.

With sheer luck, my locker was at third floor.

I glanced side to side, on the paper then around the surrounding to see where my locker was supposed to be. I scanned several gray lockers lining on the walls along the hallways, stopping once I finally found what I was looking for.

The locker combination was also included in my assessment paper. I tried the combination but when I tried yanking the locker door, it wouldn't open. I looked at the paper again, re-entered combination one at a time-- very slowly, but it still wouldn't budge.

The first bell rang and I still couldn't get my locker to open. I puffed my cheeks in frustration, pulling the locker door knob to open.

"You're not doing it right,"

I heard a voice from behind. A guy stepped closer, leaning his side on the closed locker beside mine.

He had dirty blonde slightly shaggy hair and as he smiled, two dimples formed underneath the corner of his lower lip. The dimples looked like thin needles were used to poke through it.

"What?" I asked him, ignoring his features,  my eyebrow raised as I tilted my head a little bit.

"I said you're not doing it right," he looked at me up to down then back up, our eyes meeting for a brief second (that is before I managed to quickly glanced to a different direction).

"I'm pretty sure I was," I chortled, glancing one last time at my assessment paper. How could I possibly have not done it right? All you need to do is twist that circle thingy on the door and enter the combination.

"Let me take a look," without any permission, he snatched the assessment paper from my hand and looked at it. He then sniggered and handed the paper back to me.

With one swift motion, he hit the locker with the back of his clenched fist and voila!

It opened.

I blinked my eyes in astonishment. Also in worry. Did he just broke my locker on my first day?

He might have read the expression on my face. He chuckled and reassured, "Don't worry, once you lock it, it's locked up again for sure. Sometimes you just have to... Give it a bump."