The bell rang, echoing through the hallway as students scattered to their next classes.

You were still at your locker, rearranging books, digging for a pen you were sure you put in there this morning. Meanwhile, Keeho leaned against the locker next to yours, arms crossed, clearly getting impatient.

"What are you doing in there—building a second home? It does not take more than a minute to throw some books in!"