EIRA’S POV
I walked through the school hallways, slinging my bag over my shoulder, a feeling of uncertainty sitting at the bottom of my stomach. Maybe it was because of the chill in the air, but I brushed the feeling off.
Students filled the hallways, laughter and voices filling the air. I moved through the stream of students, approaching the row of lockers that sat close to the wall. I reached for my locker, twisting the combination.
I could feel something shifting inside my locker. I frowned, pulling it open. Then it all spilled out.
Boxes, ribbons and glossy gift bags stuffed with tissue paper came tumbling down to my feet. Someone gasped behind me, others whispering. My eyes grew wide as I stared at the mess in front of me. This couldn’t possibly be real.
At the top of the mess w
