“what in the white lava?” trixie muttered to herself. chipped pink nails wrapped around a lock as the blonde tried tugging on it for the fourth time. she opened her locker every day and every day she couldn’t truly remember the combination. “come on ya damn contraption!” she pulled harder, exhaling loudly in frustration. “all. you have. to. do. is. open” the blonde propped one foot on the locker below, using her weight to pull against the lock as if her bugs bunny strength would do the trick. “just fucking open!” at this point, trixie couldn’t help but laugh at how she ridiculous she must have looked.