After escaping from the locker room I head back to my book locker. Time to go study. As I pass under the door to the hall I jump up and slap the wall. I don’t need to jump to reach, but I feel like it. I spin my lock, open the door and scratch my nose as I reach for a book. Damn. That brought the whole firkin pile down. I scowl and reach down to pick up all the junk that just spilled on my feet.
“Aww, Damn.â€?
I shove it all back in my locker and extricate the magazine that I’m borrowin’ from J. He’d get fucking mad if I messed it up or something in my locker. My locker is notorious as a black hole for books.
I head over to the library, like always all the computers are taken. I head over to the history section, there’s supposed to be a book here for my paper. As I reach the end of the bookshelf, everything is suddenly gone, I can’t even feel my body properly. Not even a jerk. What the hell??