Jason turned the corner, and his eyes rested on his locker. He walked towards it and opened it, grasping the welcome letter and chucking it away, then he knelt down and unzipped his bag, putting away the Yo-Yo which was the last present his father ever gave him, and some chocolate bars. He stuffed everything else back into his bag, reaching out for the letter and putting it in a metal pocket sort of storage space attached the the back of the door of his locker. He glanced at the girls lockers across the room, watching a few blonde girls put away they're things, and after seeing some brushes, lip gloss and revolting hair clips, decided he couldn't bear to look anymore.
Sky entered the building again, looking around and fidgeting with her black-gray, ragged hoodie. She swept her dirty blonde hair behind her ears again- it kept hanging over her head and blocking her vision, draping over her eyes.