Jon shut his locker. Without his books and homework he'd be in big trouble in his classes. He felt like crying. Again. How was he supposed to go on through life like this? Of course, school wouldn't start for another forty or so minutes, allowing Jon enough time to run home and come back with his school stuff, but Jon wasn't thinking about it that way. He focused on the problem, but not on how to fix it. He dwelled on the pain of his troubles, but not the solutions to them. He had no hope.
He turned just in time to see the janitor's closet open. Out walked a new emo boy: Tim. He wore a tight faded orange T-shirt with a black stenciling of a dolphin printed on the front, tight faded blue jeans with a studded belt around his waist, and old worn shoes. His hair was still brown, but it came down across his face so that his eyes were completely hidden, similar to Steve's new haircut. He also had a lipring.
He walked over to Jon. "I understand now," he said, in a solemn voice. "Life sucks."
Jon nodded, agreeing with him. And Tim turned and walked down the hall to his locker, his head hung low.
