"Glad to hear it," Karyn said. "I can't be late to my first class. See you later, Becca," Karyn said. She'd known Becca for a long time, but the other girl always was so...perky. Sometimes, it made Karyn want to...well, make an excuse and leave.
She headed down the hall, ahead of the bell. Today was when she'd get to meet the teachers, see who was in each class, and find out what was going to be covered. It was better not to antagonize the teachers so early.
As she walked down the hall, she heard the sounds of cursing, "What the fuck is wrong with this thing?" She spotted Zoe Gibson struggling with trying to get a locker open. But she was...different. Karyn had this image of her wearing a black T-shirt over a ripped fishnet shirt, a black leather miniskirt, fishnet stockings, and a pair of black knee-high buckled boots with four-inch stacks, her face made up with dark makeup, almost every day,..as if it was some sort of uniform or something. But the Zoe in front of her still was wearing mostly black, but with some other highlights. The miniskirt was replaced by a longer skirt, and the boots were still knee high and black, but not buckled...or quite as high. It was a much more mature look, if in the same vein as what Karyn remembered. "Not today," Zoe insisted.
"What's wrong?" Karyn asked.
"It's stuck, what does it look like?" Zoe said.
Karyn looked at her. "It's just a locker..." she said. "This used to work for me..." She rapped it in three different places, and it popped open. "I think its a bit warped. Maybe you can get them to assign you a new one."
"This is the new one. The other one had a broken hinge. I'm just having a shitty day already and it hasn't even started yet," Zoe said, frustrated.
Karyn paused. "You going to be all right?" She asked. She didn't know Zoe very well, but that didn't mean she was just going to walk away.
"Yeah..." Zoe said. She looked at Karyn. "Thanks..."
Karyn was a little surprised at the thank you, not expecting it from Zoe. "Sure. Hope things get better for you...I'd better head to class," she said.
Zoe looked after her as she stuffed her stuff into the locker and locked it. It didn't seem likely that things would suck less later. But, oddly, someone just being nice to her did make her feel like it might.
