My Short Stories

My Locker is Talking To Me?!

        So this is for school. They gave me the prompt of "What if your locker started talking to you?" So this is the story of when my locker started to talk to me.

PS. I'm sorry for missing yesterdays. But I was writing this one and just forgot to post one. But please enjoy.

        It was towards the middle of the day. It was one of the scariest days of the year. Halloween. The day where sprits came back for the dead. So to keep them away we dress up like them. I had to walk back to my locker to put my lunchbox away and get my binder out. I had Creative Thinking* next.

                After getting my binder out, I walked to the CT classroom. Once I got there, we all waited for the teacher, Mrs. Gallant. Then she came to the door.  There were five tables. Only four of them had people sitting at them. I sat at the 4th table, with a girl named Kara. We got along ok, I mean, we weren’t best friends, but we didn’t fight all the time.

                “Ok guys today we will be reviewing Blooms Taxonomy**” Mrs. Gallant said. I already knew this so I just sat there writing in my notebook. Then when the class was done I went to my locker to get my math book. I thought that I would go get my backpack at the end of class before I left to go home. This year my backpack was a messenger bag with Prussia from Hetalia on it. Then I put everything but my binder in my backpack. Then I met up with my friend, Eliza who was from Latvia, so that we could go to math.

                “Let’s go Eliza. We’ll be late if you don’t hurry up.” I said.

                “Fine, fine. I’m done.” She said. Then we started down to the yellow pod, the school was all color coded. There was three floors and math was on the second floor. So we walked up the stairs, and then went through the yellow pod. The pod was full of 6th graders. Each of the grades got their own pods.

                When we get there we both sit down, but we don’t sit next to each other. Then I turn in my homework and sit back down. Then my teacher got started. We are learning integers today. Then finally the bell rang meaning that it was the end of school. So then Eliza and I parted ways and I went upstairs to get my backpack. Once I was done, I heard a voice. The voice had a very distinctive Russian accent.

                “Hey don’t slam my door.” Someone said. I looked around to see if anyone was there. But when I turned around there was no one there. So I started to walk away. Then I heard the voice again.

                “Hey, I’m talking to you.” The voice said again.

                “Who is that?” I asked.

                “It’s me your locker.” The voice said. I quickly turned towards my locker.

                “You’re a locker. You can’t talk. Oh I realize. I’m going crazy.” I said shaking my head. Then I walked away and towards the buses. My bus ride was at least 1 hour long. So I had plenty of time to read and write. Then when I got home it was about 4:30 and I only had time to eat and then go to bed. But of course I had to do homework. So I stayed up till 10:00 at night.

                The next morning I got up at 6:30 and got ready. Then at 7:30 my bus came and I got on the bus. I was thinking about what had happened yesterday with my locker and wondered if the same thing would happen today. But I had just brushed it off.

                Then when I got to school. I was one of the first ones there. I opened my locker up, took my binder out of my back pack, and then I threw my backpack in my locker.  Then my locker started talking again.

                “Hey watch what you’re throwing.” The locker said.

                “Can you not be so loud? I don’t want people to think that I’m going crazy.” I said very annoyed with my locker.

                “Well then maybe you shouldn’t throw you stuff.” The locker said back.

                “Whatever.” I said back. Then I got my binder out of my backpack and got my science book out of my locker. Then a little bit latter the bell rings and I start to go to science. Then the rest of the day, just passed by. Then I had to go to my locker to get my back pack and of course my locker had to speak up again.

                “Oh so you’re finally here to pick up your stuff.” It said. But this time instead of responding, I just ignored it. Then I walked to the buses to go home.

Two weeks later

                It has been two weeks since my locker started talking to me. I’ve been going crazy over these two weeks. The locker is so rude. I’m going to beat it with a baseball bat. So today, I brought a baseball bat with me to school today.

                When I got to school, I took the bat and smashed my locker to pieces with the baseball bat. Then a teacher came in and took me away from the locker. Ant then they called an asylum.

                It took about ten minutes for the people to get here. Then when they get here they put me in the truck and take me to the asylum.

*Creative Thinking- It's a class I'm forced to take this year, where we learn orginization, study skills and other stuff I don't understand.

**Blooms Taxonomy- Higher leave thinking words 

Thank you for reading. Until next time.