It All Ends With a Bang (and a few Clangs)

So actually I'm posting a short little awkward moment without any terrible consequences, but Sachi insists that I post (at least) once a month. So here I am, writing my May supplement.

Anyway, as most people do, I put my belongings that I deem unecessary in my locker. My locker is in deep deep red; that is the last row of lockers in red on Main Street -- very unfortunate. So it was about half an hour after school and Main Street is (somewhat) clear, I sling off my shiny, baby blue lock. Alas, the smooth metal slips from my grasp, and lands with a deafening bang on the orange bottom of my locker (discolored from the supposed red). It lands and rolls over with a few more metal clangs, resounding throughout a relatively quiet Main Street. I retrieve my lock and scramble away. Whoops.

-Jared