As the bell rang, you let out a sigh, picking up your stuff and trudging the hallways. Middle school was hard, extremely hard. School had started a month ago, which meant the dreads of 8th grade had finally reached you. it would've been easier if your locker wasn't next to a kid in your grade named Esther. She always had some dumb stuff to pull out of her backpack and ruin the whole day! Like last month, who brought her pets called Rolly Fluffs to school, who ended up taking over the entire school, Maybe that's why you don't see her with a group of friends, or friends in general.

but today was different, Esther wasn't the only one at her locker, there was a boy, and it wasn't her awkward brother Ben, the kid seemed younger then them, around the age of 10, but the look in there eyes made you feel that they were much older than that, now usually this wouldn't bother you. But they were standing right in front of your locker while Esther said something to them, doing a weird handshake before rushing to class, oh crap! You were gonna be late if you didn't hurry

You gripped your backpack straps and let out a resigned sigh; if you wanted to have a normal day, it was best not to interact with Esther or her associates, but somehow you had to open your locker. Before you could say a word the boy spoke, he sounded much older as well. He let out a sigh, also gripping his backpack. He didn't seem happy that he needed to talk to you.

"How do I find my so-called lock her."

Did he just mispronounce the word "locker"?