As if being shoved into a locker wasn't the worst thing that's happened, I have just been shoved into the oldest, moldiest, smelliest locker in the whole school. The only beams of light come through the three horizontal lines at the top of the locker, and all they do is show me how much dust had been aroused when I was thrown in this nasty high school locker. Great, now my asthma is going to act up. I lost my glasses at the bottom of this disgusting thing, and this is one of the rare times I was glad I was small enough to crouch down in this tiny space to retrieve them.
Wait a minute.
What in the world is digging into my back?
Usually all the books are torn out by the stupid jocks so that they can just smash me in more. I guess they missed one.
Oh well. It's not like this little detail matters. They're just going to throw me in another locker if I ask.
Now the real question is,
How am I getting out of here?
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A Little Less Lonely Now (boy)²
Teen Fiction"As if being shoved into a locker wasn't the worst thing that's happened, I have just been shoved into the oldest, moldiest, smelliest locker in the whole school. The only beams of light comes through the three horizontal lines at the top of the loc...
