Shirley waited at her locker shuffling solomly her tall knee high boots almost trying to make black scuffs on the floor. Things in her life were stagnate, nothing much happening. She hung out with the football crowd at Triple Play, and seen Pablo less and less. She missed her friend, but she knew how things went.
This was high school, and it was a place where you learned who you were and what direction you were going, but Shirley was just confused.
