Diaperedboy

          Petite, pale fingers quickly flicked the sides of the thick, black glasses that had been crooked and sliding off. The fingers returned to their home- the pocket, only to emerge again daintily twirling a golden key. The key was hastily jammed into the locker, turned to the right, then left, then right once more, pulled out, and an audible click echoed throughout the hall like the many other clicks that signified the opening of a locker. The fingers deposited the key into the pocket and resorted to prying the locker open so that Abigail could retrieve her history textbook before the bell rung or before someone could— Slam