I noticed a few people shooting me odd looks, but I wasn’t fazed. It was probably just the same as yesterday, when the other students were confused about who I was. As the new girl, it would probably be like that for the next few weeks.
“All right, let’s go,” Trina said at a quarter to eight, before smothering a yawn with one hand. She looked like she hadn’t slept much. Dark circles under her eyes, heavy-lidded eyelids, and messy hair.
We headed to the hall with the senior locker banks to grab our stuff for class. Normally Adam would go down another hall to get to his own locker in the junior section, but he tagged along with us today, wanting to borrow a book that Trina had in hers.
When I arrived at my locker, I saw that someone had spray-painted it black.
“What the hell?” I said, body tensing. “Who would do this?”
I looked over at my friends. Trina had gone deathly pale, and Adam’s eyes were wide. A small crowd was starting to gather around us, pausing in their morning rush to stare at me.
“What’s going on?” I asked, tilting my head slightly to one side.
“Laney…” Trina said, voice barely above a whisper. “You’ve been blacklisted.”