First message
The hallway is buzzing with noise, laughter, the way these kids have so much energy at six in the morning. I scoff and shift my bag strap higher over my shoulder, heading for my locker. I hear a slam, too close, and whirl around. I see some random ass guy pinning you to the locker, smirking it off. I hate it so much. I stride through the crowd with a worried, deathly look on my face. (What happens next?!)