Ah, my locker. Tis a beautiful thing. Well, not the plain boring silver metal, but the things inside. For inside, is a shrine of total and complete awesomeness. And it's not just a shrine for one thing, unlike all of those other normal looking shrines. Wait, is it not a shrine anymore? I think it's just a collage. For it has a music section filled with pictures of pretty bandmates, a family section with fat old father and actual parents on wedding day smiling and laughing, and a friend section with Gin Gin, a purple/black haired powerless psycho who goes to the local public school.

Yes, my locker is a beautiful thing.

"Move it, freshman." Something knocked into me and pushed me into my locker. I turned, glaring, to face about five versions of the same person. Ah, the juvie kids were coming today. This must be Penny. But that wasn't the point. Did she just tell me to move? While I was standing, to the side, looking inside my locker?

"How about you make me, control freak?" Ha, your glare cannot match mine. I won contests for that shit. Which is weird, because my parents were obsessively nice people. They couldn't glare, instead they just stared... with tortured compassion.

Ooh's immediately ran through the halls, even people who didn't know what the hell was going on ooh'd just for the sake of saying a word with multiple 'o's and not looking like a lunatic. It was like the wave. Everyone did it.

"What did you say?"

"Would you like me to translate for you? I know they don't provide education in juvie, but I didn't know it caused a hearing impediment for some."

"Oh, so you're a smart one, eh?"

"Up for a battle of the wits then, eh?" I found that I could imitate Canadian accents when trying. I said a-boat sometimes almost subconsciously. I don't know why, though. I only watch shows from the Land of Fish every other week.

"Take the stick out of your ass for a second, Penny. This freshmans got spunk!" This boy in stripes and layers with an emo/skater boy hair cut stretched... no, really stretched.. to where the two of us were standing off and wrapped an arm around both of us. And winked at me. Eh, he's got looks so I'll let it pass.

"And this freshman also doesn't appreciate physical contact when not hit on first." Did I just sound like I was a hooker?

He cleared his throat and got on his knees, stretching his arm really far away and coming back with a rose petal. Appreciating the gesture so far, is he going to propose? Because I'm not ready for that type of commitment yet.

"Shall I compare thee to a midsummer's day?" He declared dramatically, looking into my eyes.

"This senior's got nerve!" I cut off, trying not to laugh at his shocked face, "I appreciate the fact that you can read, unlike this girl over here," Cue gesture to rude senior convict, "But are you hitting on me with material that's been used years more than the amount of every word you've spoken in your life? I need originality, man."

He smirked and stood back up, towering over me. Was I always this short? Damn tall man.

"You're hot, wanna go to Homecoming with me?"

"Do you have a striped tie?" Please say yes, please say yes.

"Of course." Close enough. Words starting with 'y' are more rare, though, therefore they are cooler.

"Lemme wear one to the dance and you've got a date."

I have a date! I have a date!

Whoo, I feel accomplished. Two things crossed off of my list in ten minutes. A bitchy rival and a romantic interest.

High school is becoming fun.

"Are you really going to the dance with Lash?"

How did they find me here? No one went to the library except for geeks!

Layla sat across from me, flocked by Magenta and for some strange reason Wonder-Glow.

"Dude, seriously?" Bright Boy asked.

"Yes, what's the big deal? I get a tie out of this. A striped tie."

"The school is going to see it as you betraying them and shun you for life." Magenta informed me.

"Wow, I didn't know a simple dance was going to turn into a Shakespeare drama. I forgot to bring my poison."

"Stop turning this into a joke, Perkins."

"Please, this is a joke! It's a date, with a guy. Somebody call the cops!" I shoved my paperback into my bag and stood up, raising my eyebrow at the trio, "Tell me if you three ever grow up."

They stood their in silence for a moment before Glow-Stick spoke up, "So... are we going to call the cops are not?"