Shiloh approached the school, always dreading it. She still hadn't made any positive connections at Pennsington. She noticed the crowd around Jess as she approached and avoided it as best she could; she didn't like Jess and Jess didn't like her. Was it jealousy? Perhaps...her mother always told her she was pretty and her accent made her even more beautiful, but she never believed any of that drivel. Clutching her books to her chest, she took a breath and walked quickly into the building. Once inside, she made her way to her locker.
It was easy to tell which was hers even if she didn't know where it was. Taped to the door of her locker were about 30 tea bags, several business cards for the local dentist and orthodontist, and a paper that said "RED COAT" in large, block letters. Shiloh's cheeks flushed as she quickly ripped the paper down. Red Coat...really? Was the humor regressing to the revolutionary war? With a heavy sigh Shiloh opened her locker, which was filled with boxes of tea bags, a tooth brush, and tooth paste, and plopped her books inside, walking over to grab a trash can from the hallway to empty the toxic jokes from inside and outside her locker. Though, she would keep the tea.