Locker-Personal Narrative

clothes to get a good grade. As I took the lock out of my Locker, I started putting my clothes inside my locker and putting my iPhone in my bag. As soon as I put my bag in the locker, someone came to me and ask "is coach here today?" And I said " no, we have a substitute" he said " ok thanks man". After that we all left the locker room to go to the gym. I went back to my locker (the

The Locker I’m Natasha, your plain-looking, introverted High School student. How could I mess things up so bad? Wait, wait. Let me tell you what happened from the very beginning. Kyle Crompton, captain of the senior high basketball team. Striking and affable, we would be the perfect match together. I liked him, but I was too timid to confront him. “There’s this guy I have a huge crush on, but I just can't bring myself to tell him.” I overheard a girl sheepishly confess to her friend in the hallway

bad and then Mrs Dibbens asked me if I was ok. I said yes because I thought that it was just a little injury and it would be better by my next hour. When I went into the locker room I tried to change but my hand hurt to much. But I managed to do it the hardest part of changing was when I was putting on my shoes. When I left the locker room I was about 5 minutes late to my next period. When I got there he asked Mr. Hatch asked me why I was holding my hand. I told him that Jacob Haag stepped on my hand

think the mailman sent me the text. I chuckle slightly at the mere thought of our nice older neighbor, who doubled as our mailman as a creepy person. I make my way back to my locker as the final bell for the day blasts through the speakers that are situated around the school. I sigh in relief.

beginning whistle blew signaling the game to start. The first quarter my team got off to a great start. We were controlling the game. The next quarter our opponents tied the game up at the end of the half. Once halftime ended both teams filed out of the locker rooms and returned to the field. The third quarter began and the stadium grew very loud. My team let the lead slip away from us and we knew it. At the end of the third quarter my team was down. The clock sounded for the fourth quarter to start and

friday nights lights was an uncomfortable feeling at first. My heart was beating so rapidly it felt like it was coming out of my chest. Here I was sitting in my locker with my headphones on trying get myself ready for my first last game ever. The music was so loud I was cancelling out every little sound that was happening in the locker room to keep myself concentrated. Nothing would get in my way to mess up my confidence. My teammates and I seemed to sit in suspense forever while watching each

was a very social person, so I would always be walking to my friend’s lockers to chat with them in between classes. It was a normal thing for me and I never thought something bad would ever come of

It popped open and spilled all down the officer’s back. When the officer turned back around with a furious face, Steve just sat there and smiled and mocked the officer’s laugh. The officer left to change his suit with one in the locker rooms and when he came back he took Steve out of his cell and put him in the car to take him to the trial. When Steve got out of the car he was shocked to see how many news stations were that to just record him going it to a court house. “ORDER!” shouted the judge

sign, a very important one, on my locker this morning. Hopefully, Scott would notice so I wouldn’t have to point it out. It said: Let’s go! As in let’s go to the dance. It would be easy as pie. I’d done a lot of thinking lately and decided why not go to the dance with him. He’s sweet, funny, and probably the only kid who doesn’t give me that evil witch stare when walking past me. People think I don’t notice that, but oh wowwwww do I. *** Scott stopped me by my locker, he had noticed the sign. He looked

On January 22, 2013, I was sitting in the locker room with Amber and the rest of the team, as I did every morning before volleyball practice started. It was loud in the locker room as usual. Me being a typical teenager, I had my phone in my hands at all times. I remember I was scrolling through my instagram feed and my phone started vibrating; Amy Edwardson, who is like another mom to me, was calling me. As I said before, it was pretty loud and I couldn’t hear Amy, so I told Amber to go outside with

felt a part of after putting in the grueling hours at practice throughout the week. After our coach congratulated us on the victory and gave us a few words of wisdom my teammates and I headed to the locker rooms to change after a hard fought battle. As we got to the locker room the musk of the locker room began to fill my nose to the brim. Hard work and victory smelt like moldy chinese food left out in the heat. As I started to slide out of my sweaty gear, soaked to its core, surrounded by my exhausted

Months ago, the first day they'd hit the campus courtyard as a couple, fingers linked between classes and kisses stolen at Logan's locker, the student population had a myriad of reactions. Some took it as a joke, some people thought it made complete sense for their fighting to turn sexual, and some classmates just gave themselves over to wild speculation and unsubstantiated rumor; no guess too outlandish for how Logan Echolls and Veronica Mars ended up a romantic item. But that first reveal did have

I stopped by my locker again before I left to go home, and I heard some yelling outside the side door around the corner from my locker. I quickly zipped up my backpack, shut my locker, and threw my backpack over my shoulder. I jogged outside and went down part of the hill and turned the corner to see Brooklyn, Isabelle, and Avery surrounding a sixth grader. They were throwing things at her, yelling, and laughing. I didn't hear anything they said, but I knew it wasn't nice. "Leave her alone!" It went

Standing on the precipice of temporary fame and glory, Stephen paced locker room. He was about to engage in the first annual Extreme Parkour Lead Dodgeball Event, or, as it is more commonly referred to, X-PLODE. Joining him in the locker room, his friends and fellow team members Jim and Tyler talked excitedly as they finished their stretches. The two chatted back and forth about the girls and free money that this event would cause to pour in. Stephen continued to pace, his mind in an entirely different

“You’re gonna run until I puke”! Said coach as me and the rest of the team stood in front of him.We were in trouble for leaving the locker room a mess after practice one day after coach said not to. “You boys are gonna wish you cleaned up the locker room” coach said as we followed him to the football field.I was scared because Coach Hill was always a heavy punisher and he always made it last as long as possible.Coach Hill though of the worst punishments he could think of,such as bear crawls,gassers