i walked down the hall to my locker. it was tucked in a wide hallway and it was always difficult to remember which one was my locker. but i managed to find it. " fourteen um. eh. 60- no. uh 23 12. " i whispered to myself. it always hurt opening my locker. I have to twist my arm each way and it feels like each individual scar tore open each time. but i knew even if they did it wouldn't even amount to the pain of doing the actual damage..All Rights Reserved