Matthew stood at his locker, gathering his stuff for math class. You both shared that class, and your lockers were right next to eachother's. a few papers fell out of his trapper-keeper and locker when his fingers put in the code and twisted the locker open. He bent over and his fingers slowly brushed across the smooth paper as he began picking them up quietly it seemed to be a bad start for a day. He quietly muttered something under his breath. "Huff,... I have bad luck..."