Will walked down the school corridor, Holding textbooks and notebooks in his hands. He went to his locker, tried to open the door and for some reason it didn't give in. Then he felt something sticky and viscous on his fingertips... gum.

Mike and his company were standing nearby, bursting into hyena laughter. Oh God, again.

M — «What's up, nerd? Can't get your nerdy books out?»