The posters for the Christmas Dance littered the hallway. I mean literally. Some bright soul on the organizing committee had thought it a brilliant idea to paper over the senior lockers with the posters. Students in a hurry to dump their winter clothes and get to the washroom to add an extra layer of makeup or sneak a smoke just threw the papers on the floor. It was like it had snowed indoors. Only this snow wasn't melting. Instead the custodian walked through the halls with a garbage can on wheels and muttering things that would have really upset Mr. Hand if he was around to hear them.
I tossed my coat and boots in the locker. I had mostly trash proofed it by duct taping over the air vents in the door. It was probably safe anyway, Chastity was way too busy with her new boyfriend. All I
