He stood there looking at the school. He just sat there staring at it. It was a little smaller than the elementary school, but smaller than the high school. Marshall eventually walked up toward the doors and entered what felt like the greatest and best day of his life. Tons of teenagers crowding the halls of the middle school, and there were many more coming in.

Marshall was walking toward his locker on the other side of the school. He noticed millions of things on his way to his locker. A much bigger art room, a huge library, a wood shop, and a huge gymnasium, were just some of the things that he noticed. “Attention students you are to go to you’re homeroom first” the intercom announced. “Oh yeah my friend Kati told me about homeroom” Marshall thought to himself “wasn’t it where you do your homework and read for until the end of school.”

Marshall finally found the locker number 013. Almost immediately he noticed the number like he hadn’t before. “lets see how do you open this thing” Marshall thought “okay first number is 23, so I spin it around to the right a few times then I find 23. Now I spin it to the left till I find 49. Then finally end at 13.” Amazingly on his first try Marshall’s locker opened. “Hey Marshall” someone’s familiar voice yelled. Marshall knew this voice, but who was it? “It’s me, Brett, remember” Brett was Marshall’s best friend. Brett was about 5′2” and was two inches shorter than Marshall. Brett