The School Locker

"Here's your locker combination, just go right down the hall," said Mr. Biggs, pointing to my locker. I walked down the hall to make sure that my combination worked. I turned the shiny red dial right to 32, left to 18, and right again to 50. Clicking at each number, the lock clicked one more time as I lifted the small silver latch. I was so excited that my clean, red locker had the correct combination. That small, yet so important detail would make my life a lot easier when school started in two days.

On the first day of school, my locker was still clean and glowing in the fluorescent hall lighting. Gradually, schoolbooks accumulated on the bottom shelf and folders and notebooks filled the top shelf. My black leather jacket occupied the hook. Eventually they were accompanied by an innumerable amount of assignments, which were prone to flying out as soon as the door would open. One day, on the top shelf, a green looking spot appeared. I was shocked to discover that there was mold growing in my locker.

The second semester had begun and the massive amount of clutter in the once immaculate locker was unbelievable. The scent from a small bag of Skittles, which had been sealed with staples, helped to camouflage the nasty paper smell of the locker. Joining the skittles on the bottom shelf was a library consisting of my English, History, Chemistry and Algebra books. Also on the bottom shelf was a light blue magnetic organizer that had disconnected itself from the magnet. The magnet hung on the locker wall, lonely without its friend. The black leather jacket that had once occupied the hook had been replaced with a jacket that seemed to appear as the cool blue water along a Florida beach. A blue and red baseball hat peeked from the pocket of the jacket. My wallet, which contained my driver's license, and that days lunch money, brought light into the pocket that it shared with the baseball hat, by casting gleaming beams of light off of