Walking. Walking, why am I so afraid of walking? I’ve done this nearly all my life.

Oh, right, I’m afraid because I have to face him. Carter the one who I’ve never been so conscious of expressing what’s going on inside my head. Ugh, why did I do that? Why couldn’t I have just kept my stupid mouth shut? Then I wouldn’t be so afraid of putting one foot in front of the other.

I reach my locker, he’s not there, good I can get my books. But shutting it, that’s going to be a little harder. Because now he’s holding the door, keeping me from closing it.

“Haley, can we talk?”

“Uh, sorry got to get to class.”

“Wait, we’ve got fifteen minutes till first period.”

“Yeah, I know, I’ve got to study for the exam.”

“What exam?”

“Look I don’t want to talk about it or to you. Just leave me alone.”

I walk away I’m guessing he’ll close my locker.