Zoe's POV
I stood in front of my locker that morning feeling half confident, half terrified. The weekend had been long—too long—and I wasn't ready to plunge back into the buzz and drama of school. The stares, the clamor of voices, the crowded halls... Everything a school stands for.
When I swung open my locker. It looked like the punchline of a sad joke—just a few textbooks, snapshots of me and Chloe, and one of our parents. No flowers, no letters, no elaborate decorations like glittery stickers or mini fairy lights just like Ashley said, a locker's aesthetic said a lot about your social standing here, and mine said, "invisible."
The emptiness echoed like a cave. I told myself I didn't care, but I still glanced sideways instinctively before opening it, to ensure no one was watching. I didn't want anyone to see how plain it was... I found myself wondering what Chloe's locker would have looked like—it would have been filled to the brim.
