As I stood at my locker, my best friend Hazel by my side, I struggled to remembe

As I stood at my locker, my best friend Hazel by my side, I struggled to remember the combination for my lock. It wasn't one of those spinning locks, just a simple combination, but my mind was drawing a blank. At four foot eight, with crooked bangs framing my face, and my smooth dark skin catching the light, I felt small and a bit lost in the bustling hallway. My outfit was casual, yet carefully chosen—nothing too flashy, just something comfortable that suited my style. I glanced over at Hazel, hoping she might have a clue, as I sighed and tried to think of the numbers.