Ring

RINGG! RINGGG!

Some men in the locker room glanced at the locker, where the phone was ringing loudly. They looked at each other, curiosity shining in their eyes.

"Whose locker is that?" asked one of the men, making the other shrug. "It's been ringing nonstop."

The men approached the locker where the ringing phone was kept. However, there was no name on it—just the number 8, which surprised them. They had almost forgotten that lockers at the school were only labeled with numbers.

"Haha, it's been a while since I was back at school," said one of the men, laughing. "I forgot there's no name on it."

The other man also laughed, gazing at the number. "Let's just tell the person with the same locker key number that his phone is ringing nonstop. It might be an emergency."

"Hey, today is twelve years ago. The only emergency we're all getting is a pop quiz," the other man quipped as they both started walking away.