He began to contemplate that nobody heard him. Voices inside of his head began to beat into him telling him silly predictions of what will happen to him. [i]"You'll be stuck here forever Keele. You'll grow old and rot inside here and nobody would know. The school would soon be closed, forgetting that you're in the locker so nobody can open the lock for you."[/i] It said. [i]"Great."[/i] Keele said to himself in disappointment. Perhaps it was his fate to be locked up in the locker, nobody cared about him-- Maybe Jupiter. [i]"But he called in sick, nobody can help me out. Well, maybe being stuck here for a day wouldn't be as bad as forever-- Right?"[/i] The idea sounded great! That was, until a shadow stopped by the locker Keele was trapped in. His immediately reaction to immediately yelp for help.

He couldn't see who this person was. The small open creases by the locked didn't reveal him much-- But all he was able to see was the eyes, slightly obscured by fringes of their hair. "Kylie?" Perhaps she did came to save him? Does that mean that she cared about him after all this time? The door rattled slightly, Keele was becoming anxious. "Quick, let me out Kylie!" 

There was a soft whisper. "Hey... I'm gonna find someone to open this..." They then left. They. Left.

[i]"WHAT?!?!"[/i] Keele screamed internally. [i]"Not even Kylie! She doesn't care about me after all!"[/i] The entire situation kept flowing in different favours. Whatever, Keele was ready to face his fate to becoming old and crone inside a locker. He shut out his eyes just so that he could probably pass some time to sleep. [i]"Who knows? Maybe the Force might help me by breaking the lock."[/i]

The porter sighed as he heard about another student being thrown and locked inside lockers. Ever since the school received them these cases became more and more common, which made his job a lot harder. This was probably the eighty seventh time that he had to travel to bust the locker open. Just before he left with the female student to find the lock, he took his bolt cutter with him and lugged it with both of his hands as he followed.

The corridors were quiet now. Lessons had started and what was Keele doing? Sleeping. My parents would probably clap at my misery, but it can't be helped. [i]"Maybe I'll just say that there was no homework or something, then I wouldn't have to worry about it, right?"[/i] It was false hope, but better than nothing. Footsteps could be heard again. Somebody was passing by and it immediately came to his mind, if he shouted something right now, they would hear him. Right? "Hey! Help me out I'm stuck in a locker!" He yelled. Then he heard a girly squeal and the footsteps becoming far more intense, as if running. Looks like he had scared them off.

"Alright, alright, where's this locker?" The porter continued to follow the female student until they had arrived at the said locker. She identified which locker it was and the porter got his bolt cutter in his hands and snapped the padlock that kept Keele inside as the door slowly opened. Keele soon falls and faceplants onto the floor. He was asleep from waiting, but now he was injured. His glasses shattered. "My, my. Looks like the boy knocked himself out."