the horrible story about a locker

when i first met him it was beautiful, no neigbors and all clean and shiny, it was a shiny new locker. the feeling of putting a lock in it was the most wonderful feeling in weeks, the feeling of having a shiny new locker, and for free. the next morning i had my best friends as neighbors and everything was awesome, we met in all periods and we made jokes about being neighbors. the next morning was deccoration day, my locker went from shiny new, to awesome beautiful shiny new locker! i placed a superhero milhouse sticker allong with my friends pictures and the place stood great, it was the most explendid locker ever, beautiful.
till a dark day, i was happy, just had lunch and was fitting well in my class, when i innocently went to get my outfit for gim class and i saw it, the most awful and mean thing of all times. my locker just had been punched. i looked amazed at it, and i couldnt believe, ''who did this??'' i said getting angry, no one around and no evindence, i had no clue and i was angry till the next day...
a few days passed, and still the ''accident'' not forgotten, it happen again, and this time i knew for sure, someone had something against me, i didnt knew who, i didnt knew why, i didnt knew nothing. every day i wondered who might be, but i couldnt possibly know, the idiot would not come to me saying ''it was me, punch me in the face just like i did to your stupid locker'', it was impossible.  then today i was in english class and i had to go get my book that i had forgotten to get before, and so i did, no one was in the hall and i was happily singing ''lets go to the mall'' from robin sparkles [the music got stuck in my head], and the book wasn't there, somehow i had lef it at home, so i was going to close it, when suddently i could not close it, the 'door' was slightly farther then the place it should be, because of so much punching, so i pushed it, not much streght, just enough for it to get to place, if it only were a normal locker... but it wasnt.
that locker was mine, once awesome and beautiful and shiny and new, now it was tired and punched [and still a little awesome], the 'door' went inside the locker, and i ran to call help, but it wasnt worth it, it was gone, my locker stuck inside of him self, died. the dream of having an awesome beautiful locker near my best friends had died, and all because of stupid ''kids'' and my sureal strenght.