SwordStitcher-Go ahead. Laugh. We'll see how much you're laughing when they come after you asking you to 'experiment' on them and trying to remove your clothing. Where are their mothers? Right there with them. Where are their fathers, then? Hiding. Where are you? Laughing at your panic. Thanks, Kitty. Thanks so much.
Emma-And thus began a long tradition of running commentary, usually the...heh, heh...observant kind...and of Jonny bitching about me distracting him. It isn't my fault. Unlike him, I'm not blind. And it's fun to watch him squirm.
APieceOfThePuzzle-Humph. I tell him that all the time. He doesn't listen. Nope! You don't listen to me, either, so it's fair. Not really. It is. Besides, you'd die without me. Remember your firs... SHUT UP. SHUT UP RIGHT NOW. Yup. You do.
Just-Me-and-My-Brain-I taught him everything. You taught me nothing except how to chant 'I don't hear that' without being noticed. I taught you how to take a bra off without looking. No you didn't. Remember? You got fired because you were a lousy teacher.
Lockers, he thinks, should come with padding. They just should. After all, he isn't the only one that gets shoved in. He's the one they torment the most, but sometimes they can't catch him and they have to make do with someone else.
But not this time.
He's shut in, stiff and rather cold, wondering when someone will let him out. There's a textbook digging into his spine.
Ho-hum.
Wait. Someone's out there.
"Hey!" He tries pounding on the door. "Is someone there?"
Footsteps run away and he lets his head fall against the back wall. Damn. Hopefully someone will let him out soon…
Voices. Voices and a creaking sound and blinding light.
"Mr. Crane. Again." Oh, great, it's the janitor. The janitor hates him for constantly getting shoved in here. "How many times must I tell you not to play in the lockers!"
Play? He hasn't played since he was six years old. If. Cretin.
"I didn't." he grumbles. He's taller than the janitor now, not nearly as afraid of him as he is of someone of his classmates. "You know I didn't."
"Go to the office."
"What…"
"Go!"
At least he's out of the locker.
THE END