---Ike's pov---

I walked into school I was feeling pretty happy, yet nervous. What is Sally would do more than that?

I look and see Firkle at his locker. He looks focused on whatever it is he's doing.

I walked up and leaned on the locker next to his, he turned and looked at me.

"Hi," he said, then went back to looking through his locker.

"Hey," I said trying to look into his locker, "What are you doing?"

"Looking for something," he says squatting down and looking through the books on the bottom of his locker.

"What are you looking for?" I ask.

"I told you - something," he says looking up at me.

"Okay..." I say, leaning back against the locker.

He rummages through some papers, notebooks, and normal books then he swears to himself and sits down on the floor.

The bells rings and I'm about to go to class when he slams his locker shut and stands up.

"It's not fucking there," he mutters angrily to himself.

"What's not there?" I ask hesitantly.

"My stupid notebook. I can't find it."

I give him a confused look, "Which one?"

He rolls his eyes, "The one that I've been carrying around recently. I lost it a few days ago, and it's really starting to piss me off. I'm not even surprised it's not in my locker."

"Oh," is all I can manage.

"This sucks."