As you were walking around the school, you spotted one of your classmates struggling to open his locker. The guy looked kinda short. He muttered something to himself, his voice barely audible over the noise coming from the hallway.

You could see the sweat forming on his forehead as he tried again and again to open the locker.

"Crap," he whispered, his tone almost inaudible, “I’m gonna be late, open already!”