Locker number? (Open)

[paula]

` and i am a weapon
A N D I T ' S N O T M Y F A U L T I T ' S

H O W I ' M P R O G R A M M E D T O F U N C T I O N

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Alexis went to school incredible early and she was yawning all over the place. She needed to get extra early as it was her first day and she needed to get all her stuff in place. Her locker combination her time table, well the whole thing and she knew it might take some time for it. She walked through the whole school to get into the principal's office. A couple of minutes of seen all but lockers she finally found what she wanted. She smiled as she got in and started to take care of her stuff.

A Couple of minutes later she was ready to get to her locker and get ready for a new school and class. She walked through the walls again but now in a search of her lockers. She didn't how she had to have one, it didn't made any use to her. She would put there anything but her books, it didn't made any sence to her. She looked to the paper. "Thirty-One." She whispered as she looked up to the locker numbers. She knew she was close as she was on the locker number Fourty-Seven. She kept looking until she reached her own. "Finally." She said as she put the combination to open it.

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211 . WORDS
complete . STATUS
open!! . TAG
Hello!! =) yeah it sucks >.< . NOTES
lily allen, the fear . LYRICS
the amazing RACHELHERE . CREDIT

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[shona]

-- Zarina pushed open the doors to her knew school. She wasn’t ready for this. She could feel her mind whirling from her thoughts. She didn’t want to be here. She really just wanted to book it. Instead she took a deep breath and took a step inside the building. That’s it, one step at a time she coached herself silently. She felt her heartbeat quicken and wondered if the whole world could hear the lub dub sound. She quickly looked down and started to walk. She clutched her empty binders close to her chest making her way to her assigned locker.

-- She was finding her way to her locker with ease. It may have been because she had practiced getting to it many times on registration day, but she knew this would be the easiest part of the day. She used her free hand to tug on her hood, making it impossible to see her face unless you were standing directly in front of her and managed to get her to look at you. She didn’t want to face the eyes, what if someone knew her name from the papers? What if they knew she had blood on her hands? The idea terrified her. Hiding was always her strength. As long as she could make it through the next two years with out drawing attention to herself, she might be able to get away. Somewhere far away where no one knew her name, or had even heard of her story. Before that could happen she had to face two years of people, who might just know her story. She prayed silently that no one would.

-- She wasn’t paying much attention to where she was going. She had memorized the route to her locker already and was making her way there with her head down when she was stopped by a teacher and told to remove her hood. She obeyed unhappily and continued on her way. No longer having her hood to hide her, she let her hair act as a curtain over her face.

-- She stopped in front of her locker and looked up. She had to. She didn’t have much choice. She switched her books from her right hands to her left and looked down at her right. 41-07-22 she had written her combination on her hand in purple pen earlier that morning. She turned her lock and opened it, trying not to draw attention to herself. She could only hope that the person beside her would be like others and ignore her.

-- TAG --
-- STATUS -- completed
-- WORD COUNT -- 400 ish
-- MUSIC --
-- NOTES --

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