When I was in Middle School, I figured that if you took the hooks out, I could fit into the half-sized lockers. Not by bully, of course. Prompt from Lunaescence (though I just found out the account was suspended so...).
Considering the lockers were only half-sized, it really was kind of pathetic that Matthew could fit inside of them. But what made it even more pathetic was when he fit into the locker unwillingly.
But that was life at Hetalia High. The underclassmen got shoved into lockers (some more literally than others).
"Why don't you tell one of the APs?" Alfred asked as he decoded the combination of the latest locker Matthew resided in.
"Because then I'll have to deal with harassment issues and Papa will want to press charges for something or other and it's not that big a deal anyways. I don't want to cause so much trouble."
The lock clicked and Alfred snapped the door open. "Third floor, last stop."
Matthew smiled gratefully at his friend as he was helped to unfold out of the locker.
"Thanks again, Al. I don't know what I'd do without you."
"Probably contract an extreme case of claustrophobia."
