*Beckett stands beside a row of vivid red lockers. His head down, as if lost in thought, almost like a dark cloud is hanging over his head. He is in sharp contrast to the high energy and activity in the hallway around him. On the other side is a row of blue lockers, and a lively group of popular girls is standing together, talking, laughing, and glancing in his direction. "Don't look at him! I heard he beat up a teacher yesterday." Says a short girl with short dark hair.
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