Two hours. It had taken him the entirety of two hours, carrying three insanely over-sized text books along with what was a small classroom slung over his shoulder, for Braxton to finally arrive at the schools front doors. His pant leg was torn to the knee, a result of jumping a particularly unstable fence, his body ached from the effort it had taken to just get to school, and his expression was one of utmost irritation. Silently he vowed to wreak his revenge on his elder sister, his thoughts buzzing with creative ways to make her regret ruining his life.

But those thoughts were for a later time, he decided as he pulled at the schools doors. Now was the time review the great wall of assignments he had been tormented with over the summer, fully anticipating at least a test in every class he would enter that day. Such was the problem with dreaded Ap courses, after all. Sighing at the thought, Braxton made his way less than enthusiastically to his locker, raking his mind for the long forgotten combination it held.

6...8...32? lightly he pulled on the locker door, to no avail. How about 24 8 32? again he tried to work the locker door, once more with no luck at opening it. Surely he had been tormented enough for one day by the forces at work in world; surely he wouldn't have to hunt down a teacher for his locker combination...right? With an almost desperate quality to his gaze, Braxton tried the last possible combination he could think of to work. 24. 19. 32 With one harsh pull, the locker door flew open, revealing a sea of paperwork inside. Victory! he cheered mentally, throwing everything other than his Chemistry book, a college rule notebook, TI-89 calculator, and his lucky fountain pen into the locker hurriedly. The quicker he was freed from the weight of his bag, the better.

With that part of his plan completed, he set of for his Chemistry class, only to find himself trailing to almost a stop when he noticed Nyame. She was chatting, as usual, with Daniel, grinning brightly at something he had said. For a moment he considered joining their conversation, of conversing with the girl whose memory plagued his mind. Even with an entire summer away from her and trying his very best to ignore the distraction of his first ever crush, other than the one he had had on his teacher in first grade, he was still hopelessly infatuated with her. Instead of actually initiating a conversation though, he decided to settle for a quick, uncharacteristically humored greeting, "Ello Nyame and Daniel~" With a lick chuckle, even further against his usual cynical behavior, he continued again as he trailed backwards down the hall, "and a goodbye Nyame and Daniel."