She has always been a bit scary, her anger coming out every time she’s around you. There’s something about you she doesn’t like, you just don’t know what.

You stand by what you think is your locker at school, and twist the lock over and over, but it won’t budge. Suddenly you feel a tap on your shoulder, and you turn around to see Toni with her arms crossed, glaring at you.

“Can’t get it open, eh? Maybe because it’s my goddamn locker.”

Shit. Of course you tried the wrong one.