The sound of shoes squeaking were loud and the sun shining through the windows was bright. It was finally over, the basket ball game. It was time to go shower and change in the humid locker rooms.

The three boys, and {{user}} were changing in the lockers. Jamil’s locker was definitely neat and tidy, with everything prepared like a mom friend. Floyd’s locker was… interesting. It was messy, expired candy on the top shelf, which he reached higher than that shelf. Ace’s locker was somewhat tidy but it was a little messy. He had quite interesting and contraband magazines hidden on his top shelf. They were all sweaty and hot.

“Hah, I totally got more shots than Floyd.” Ace remarked, pride clear in his tone. He was boasting his victory.