Master Key

Entering the school again after leaving the schoolyard, I remembered something.

"I forgot to ask Mrs. Smith if she can open my locker."

I'm a fool, I should have asked at the time but if I did she would be mad at me. What I can do…

"Annie…"

I saw Annie yelling at a student who dropped a piece of paper on the ground and scolding him. If I tell her who is the closest to the headmistress, I won't have to confront her directly.

"And what do you see me? Shouldn't you be in Gym class now? If I find out that you're avoiding class I'll talk to Mrs. Smith so that you repeat the year directly Fabricio"

As she was approaching me, Annie noticed me and she gave me a death glare with her hands on her hips.

"Don't worry, I finished my Gym class and Coach Bridget gave me the opportunity to get extra credits to pass her class.

Now I was about to go to French class but I don't have my study books. I forgot my locker password"

"Stay away! You smell like sweat, and also since you forgot, at the beginning of the year everyone was asked to write it down. Now Principal Smith will have to spend money to change the lock even after she helped you. How ungrateful you are."

Annie took a few steps away from me like the plague and glared at me. I smelled my armpits, it smelled like sweat from just doing three push-ups, I'm really in terrible shape.

"Wait for me here, I don't want to come back and have to wait for you"

Although she was angry with me and my worthlessness, she walks upstairs to go to Mrs. Smith's office for something. Annie is nicer than I thought.

I wait for her while she walks to my locker.

"Those sons of..., when he finds out who it was, he will pay me"

When I get to my locker I see that someone wrote Dead Dad with black fibron and I got very angry, but first I have to erase the writing with some liquid cleaner that is in the cafeteria.

"Stay away for a second"

Annie came back, walking with a disgusted face, does she not want to see me so much?

Then she takes out a key and opens the lock on my locker.

"Awesome! So that's the famous skeleton key. How did you get it Annie?"

I was really amazed, I didn't think that a student, like me, could have a key with so many possibilities and responsibilities.

"Heh! Because you think she worked for Mrs. Smith and helped her control all these little kids?"

Annie tucked the Master Key into her cleavage again, banishing the object of many a student's dreams from my sight. She was acting arrogant, I don't blame her, I would be the same if she had that key.

"We're the same age, Annie. We're all students."

Even though I would do the same, I couldn't let him treat me like a child.

"Haha, very funny. Everyone is immature, when you find a boy who thinks for more than 2 seconds you call me to make him a monument"

"Do you always have the key?"

Try changing the subject, this girl is stiffer than I thought.

"Of course not, she's always in Mrs. Smith's office. There's usually no fool who loses their locker combination."

She looked at me quizzically and spoke sarcastically.

"You're cute Annie, but if you keep talking like that you won't find a boyfriend"

This time I'll let her tease pass and I won't say anything to make her angry because she helped me unlock my locker.

"Everyone is immature, I don't want any of that... and don't forget to get your things out of the locker"

Annie looked at me with a stern face and left. I could see that she blushed a little, was she mad at what I said? At least now I have access to my stuff.

"Thank you Annie!"

I have some complicated feelings after thanking Annie, at least she deserved that. She is a bitch but she helped me at least she is now a better bitch and she is nicer than Jenny or Roxxy.

"But the master key is in Mrs. Smith's office huh..."

Although I'm not a thief, it might be useful to borrow it if I need it at some point.

Now with my locker open I can take my things out and have them in my backpack.

The first thing I see when I open the locker is a note from Debbie wishing me a great day at school. She was always so affectionate with me, I adore her.

Four study books of different subjects. A Vote pin. A sticker of a Karate fighter. A sticker of a ghost. A half-eaten cookie. A photo of a woman's breasts in a white bra. A card from Dillon, from a game that Erik has, I already stopped playing it.