PARKVILLE HIGH - Locker Hall

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Here lined up are rows of metal book coffins, faceless and nameless and inscribed only with numbers. Every student at PHS has the same locker for all four years, and has four years to try to remember their locker combination.
The lockers are gray, with built in combination locks and air vents on top to release poisonous rotting sandwich vapors. Every summer facilities claim they're going to clean them out, but they never do. The lockers are small enough that only an extremely flexible freshman could be stuffed inside.

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Morning comes, and facilities has opened the hall doors. The hall is full of milling students putting off going to sit in empty classrooms like total losers.

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James arrived at his locker at 9:45 am exactly, just 2 minutes after Izzy arrived at her locker. He changed it every day or so as not to appear creepy. He had traded several of his sister's asthma pumps and his grandma's heart medication to Albert Spivey but it had been totally worth it. His locker was just far away from Izzy's as not to arouse suspicion but perfectly in line as to make looking over at her seem causal. It had started as a simple crush and James had forgotten when it had fallen into the realm of obsession. He spied on other girls in the neighbourhood sunbathing and such sure, but Izzy Murphy was special...

Izzy glanced at him just briefly, and then wordlessly hurried away, Lucy and the others following after her, confused.

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Beef strolled like no big deal, casually getting out his books and strutting to class.

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Mona gets to school very early on foot and "sneaks" into the library (the librarian lets her in) where she listens to some classical music LPs on the record player with the giant, probably disease ridden headphones.

Twenty minutes before classes start, she slips into the hallway where people are slowly starting to appear. She goes to her locker to put away all of her books except the trig text, also making sure she's got her homework ready to hand in.

She came back to the front steps of the library where Megan, Leah and Lisa leaned against the bike rack, talking excitedly about the party, cartoons and cute animals. She joined in, until the warning bell rang and the others had to scurry away to get to their lockers in time.

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Gabriel was running late. His mother had kept him up last night well she entertained a small group of potential clients and he'd fallen asleep at stupid o'clock in the morning, cheeks sore from fake smiles. He'd woken up a half hour past when he usually left, and dressed in a quick dance running down the stairs. His father, without looking up had called after him: "Luka, moy sweet, grab me some soda on your way home!"
He'd groaned inwardly and jumped into the truck, speeding towards the gas station. He wouldn't have time after school... It wasn't until he'd rushed through the store he realized he wasn't even getting home until late after the dance. He'd explained that to both of them last night.
Guess his dad would have to take his soda flat. He called the school from the school's parking lot, faking his father's garbled English to excuse his tardiness. He didn't feel particularly guilty for this one; it was Pasha's own fault it was so easy, the man had lived in this country his whole life.
He threw his bag over his shoulder and wandered towards his locker. He wouldn't rush now, he'd rather be exorbitantly late than get stared at.
When he finally reached it he was surprised the dial didn't fall off in his hand; it was that sort of morning. He shoved a pack of roll's into back pocket, cursing himself for forgetting his jacket.

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Rudi reached the building forty minutes late, red-faced and breathing heavily. She'd overslept (her parents forgot to wake her before going to work), so the normally leisurely walk to school had been a frantic jog.
She then proceeded to her first class like a good student, excited about the slumber party that night.

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Andrew grumbles as the bell begins to ring, as usual slightly late. His hair was still topped off perfectly and his eyes were bright, as if he was up earlier rather than later. He made some off color comment about the state of his car, how his father doesn't want him to get another car until he pays for it with a job, and how his mother would easily just whisk a car service down for him if he wanted to. He paused at the small notes in his locker, the hall quickly fading away. Scribbling down a response, he waited until the hall is nearly empty before depositing it in the appropriate locker. He headed off to another dull and lifeless art class.

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As with most mornings, Leon was obligated to walk his little brother Kenneth to school, before going himself. The kid was excited for Halloween, the Junior High he went to was holding some sort of festival with games and candy. From the way he told it, it sounded like a bigger deal than the dance at Parkville High. Today Kenny seemed to be on good terms with Leon, even if yesterday he had seemed to hate his big-brother's guts - it was probably the prospect of the party that lifted his spirits.

Leon arrived to school late, uncertain if he really wanted to stick around or not. Still, he picked up his cigs from his locker. Maybe he'd ditch later, but for the time being he went to sit through his classes and lay low.

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Zazz goes into his locker for the usual bait from Richie. Zazz's eye twitches.

"I need to go feed them my leftover curry," Zazz thinks. He was off to the bench where he regularly fed the local wildlife. It was only a stroll by the tables, lawn and bleachers away.

A pair of girls walk briskly through the hall, chatting enthusiastically. Alarmed, Zazz bolts.