locker room.

This room some say is the armpit of the public building where the youth roam. It holds both victory and defeat and also the morbid stench that creeps up your nose and lets you know within a radius of five feet to its nearby doors when you are closing in on its chamber. The cold blue tiles are often littered with socks and the locker doors swing open and shut with loud bangs and some squeak as their users opens and closes them. The athletes create game plans and schemes within this cave; they have grown used to the atmosphere, enough to make it a safe haven. At times the showers steam the room and coaches are herding students in and out but the asphalt bench formations aren’t rather comfortable to lounge in so this becomes an easy task. This one place is unique in its use, it is the locker room.