A feeling like I was somehow responsible for the strange shift in weather. Of course that was absolute nonsense, I told myself as I retrieved a sweater from my room and hurried back out to the bus.
Who do you think you are, Hallie Berry?
I was still smirking at the mental image of me dressed as Storm when I reached my locker and started to dial in the combination. And then I pulled the locker open and my smirk instantly vanished.
There, wedged inside, was the large black top-loading VCR I had left in Best Buy’s dumpster Friday night. I immediately slammed the locker shut and several Senior girls turned to glare at me.
“There’s like a… snake in my locker.” I said and pointed as I quickly started down the hall to class. All morning, the only thing I could think about was what was sitting in my locker. Sitting there, waiting.
Walter had a dentist appointment that day and I ended up eating lunch alone. I found an empty table at the back of the cafeteria and sat facing the wall as I racked my brain for a solution. Why not just set it on fire? Let that bad boy burn until it was nothing but ash.