Locker 28 was the one with the rusty hinges. It was the one that had tear stains on the inside, and scratch marks. Some said it was cursed; those who disagreed suffered.
The young woman sighed. The end of the day at last! Tomorrow was Saturday, and she had basketball practice that evening. The was no weekend homework, and snow blanketed the ground. What a perfect day.
She walked down the hall to her locker, only to see a large crowd gathered around it. She sighed, seeing the leaders of said mob: the weird kids of the school.
The leader, Gloria, a tall, muscular, and round girl with extraordinarily beautiful blue eyes framed by dark, gold-tipped lashes strode over to her silently. "Your locker is making an odd noise." She said calmly.
The girl sneered, "I hear nothing. Get off my locker, freaks." She did not like Gloria or her group of weird kids; they spoke little, and when they did, it was not about something she could understand.
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