Hughman Ferris

Hughman Ferris

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pasadena, CA
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I've tried all the combinations to get my locker open ever since I was assigned to it, but things would happen, say, someone bumped into you, or class would start, or you had to go home to clean your room, or saw a pretty girl, something always happened. As I got older, I was still there trying, but everyone else was still there bumping and cleaning or eating or stalking, except they were younger, a different class, and came with new tricks to stall me. Won't stop me. I got even older, so old I wasn't surprised anymore. The same routine; same kids, different faces, new obstacles, except this time I had techniques and maneuvers to resolve these new obstacles before they became a problem . Then. It opened. There was nothing, but my body felt lighter. I didn't ache. I was alert. I closed the locker touched it one last time, left, and stopped at my reflection in the glass door. I was young again, as young as the day the locker was assigned. Everyone was young, and it was a new set of faces. Best of all, I still knew how to use my techniques and maneuvers to resolve these new obstacles before they became a problem. Every now and then, I'd see a kid around my age struggling with their locker, I showed him my techniques and maneuvers. Then I'd see more of these kids. Showed them a solution too. Then they started coming to ME. I'd already opened my locker and got everything I can from my classes, I'd decided to give them some tips too. They always worked, and nothing was ever in the lockers.