Bradley Whiting

Unusable Lockers

It has been an average day, really. History class dragged on for way too long. Math was not any better. The last thing I wanted was to do a science test, which unfortunately I did not study for. Which I am pretty sure I failed. At least it was near the end of the year. I could enjoy a much-needed holiday. I grab my books out of my locker, checking my surroundings as I knew that at any moment, I could get bumped into by one of the massive dudes. When I say massive, I really mean massive. They went to the gym daily. Huge muscular arms that appear from each side of their black singlets.