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He glided through the halls of Alternia High, colliding into everyone at a glance. His coffee, after he forgot to put a cardboard wrap around the cup, was burning his hands. Occasionally it would spill if someone bumped him with enough force, and he would flinch at the tight, hot sting.

Kankri's eyes, coming close to shutting, suddenly widened when he got to his locker. The lock was there alright, but something was wrong.
The lock had been cracked open, left on the hook, with the locker door hanging slightly ajar.
Again.
This was possibly the fifth time this year he had come into contact with it, and he still didn't know what was going on. He opened the door and let out a breath when he saw his locker had been once again, completely emptied.
Whoever was behind this was in for the lecture of their life.

His eyes failed him again, and this time he felt himself holding on to his locker for dear life, his hands on the metal shelf inside. Surviving the rest of the day meant a hassle.

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