Your room assignment reads, "Locker 32B, Morris Hall."
Locker? Must mean room. Maybe it's a joke, after all you are a bit of a jock. Not a super jock, but a decent
athlete, and you're here on a scholarship.
You follow the map. Morris Hall is the gym. You roll your eyes, then you remember it's magic. Maybe your
locker opens into a palace - bigger on the inside than on the outside, like Dr. Who's TARDIS.
You discover that the two digit lockers are all in the Varsity Team section. No one is about. So you look for
32. The big locker is marked 32A with the name, photo and stats of Junior on the Varsity Team. 32 B is a
smaller locker marked "Gear". You open the locker, and you feel all tingly. The locker is empty. Or it was!
You stare out of the locker, as the door closes itself.
You recall the man explaining that underclassmen had to train under upperclassmen, when you signed the
scholarship acceptance. Now you have a sinking suspicion just how "under" you're going to be.