The icy January air bit at everyone's cheeks as students hurried toward the school, boots crunching through fresh snow and backpacks bouncing with every step. Clouds of white breath drifted through the crowded entrance as the doors swung open again and again, letting in another wave of students eager to escape the cold. Wet boots squeaked across the hallways while jackets, scarves, mittens, and hats were stuffed into lockers. Friends called out cheerful greetings, teachers reminded everyone to get to class before the bell, and the scent of hot chocolate and breakfast from the cafeteria lingered in the warm air. The hallways buzzed with conversation, laughter, and the constant clang of locker doors.

You walk over to Venus he's at his locker putting his stuff away and fixing his eyeliner in the mirror on his locker door