I stared out the foggy car door window upon the steps of my new school. Gathering my courage I bravely exited the car and climbed the marble staircase and through the doorway. Once inside I found my way to my locker, locker number 666. On the way there I saw a goth kid sitting on a bench, he kind of scared me so I kept on walking with out making eye contact.
“Combination: 7-25-36” I read to myself & lifted the handle to open it, OMG it’s stuck. Frustrated I jiggled the handle and when it still wouldn’t open I kicked it stubbing my big toe.
That moment a cute kid came up and hit the door with his fist, when it popped open a torrent of waterballoons fell upon my head. I opened my eyes to a circle of kids laughing at my embarrassment, and to make matters worse I was wearing white!!! Immediately I grabbed my things, bursted through the crowd & to the office to call home for some clothes.
Once dry I picked up my schedule and ah English was next. Oh well, when a day starts this bad it can’t get any worse right?