Messy Locker

My locker is like a mess of horrors, seriously. I swear every time I open it, half the contents are somehow magnetically attracted to each other or to some invisible force inside. The thing about my locker is, it's not just messy; it’s a reflection of me on bad days. When everything in my life seems scattered and out of control, that locker mirrors it perfectly. Like when I forgot to change into gym clothes for P.E., and ended up having to run around in sweatpants all day, that was the same week my math homework fell off a pile and got trampled by my science textbook. Sometimes I wonder if my locker has a mind of its own, plotting against me because it’s smarter than I am. But hey, at least when everything else is chaotic, I can blame it on my locker.