An emergency
I stepped out of Professor Chris's office, my heart still racing from our passionate encounter. Of course, immediately after Professor Gerald walked out of the office, I surrendered myself to Chris. I wanted him.
The warm glow of the afternoon sun on my skin couldn't calm the sweet storm brewing inside me.
I was about to walk straight to class, but I decided to stop by my locker to get some things that I'd need in the music room. Thus I walked towards the locker room, that usual smile still on my face, but my euphoria was short-lived.
As I approached my locker, a wave of fury washed over me. Someone had messed up my locker, covering it with a mix of white and pink powder. The sweet chemical scent wafted up, making my stomach churn. The bold, cursive writing on the locker
