Moho and Jack

"No no no no no. This CANNOT be happening to me. Fuck my life." I repeated those very words to myself for the next half hour, the longest half hour of my life.

"Coach Pulose! Have you seen a blue Adidas backpack anywhere? It's mine, and it was next to the fence with everyone else's bags, but it's not anymore, and I really need it back! It had everything! My phone, purse, and review materials!" I was hoping and had my fingers crossed that Coach had seen it, or at least knew where it was.

"No, I haven't seen it. That's not good at all. I'll search the grounds; you should go check with security." Wonderful.

I nodded my head and ran inside the school.  I have misplaced my phone before, almost lost a $300 camera, and even managed to loose my iPod, but never had I ever felt this much panic towards loosing something. It hadn't quite hit me yet, the direness of the situation. Coach scouted the grounds around the track searching for it, but didn't find anything. Security? No luck there either.

Before leaving the school, I told one of my friends what had happened, to spread the word, and keep an eye for it. Disappointed and disheartened, I climbed into my ride home and broke the news to mom. Following that was a phone call to my Dad to cancel my Verizon cell phone account.

That's when it hit me. Four-hundred pages worth of outlining for history alone, gone. All my bio notes, gone. All my math stuff, including a one-hundred dollar graphing calculator, gone. Cell phone, gone. School ID with my picture and my planner with my address, gone. By then, it was impossible to hold back tears in frustration. Out of all the backpacks and running bags sitting along the fence around the track during the track meet, mine had to be the one that got stolen.

I got home and went straight into the freezer and grabbed ice cream. In events like this, ice cream is the ultimate remedy. Afterwards, I headed up to my room and checked my email. There, waiting for me in my inbox, was an email from Facebook telling me that the friend I had talked to about my backpack had posted on my wall. The post read as follows:

"MOHINI!!!
You would never guess what happened. I was walking to the bank from school, right after you told me about your backpack, and then I saw it on the corner of Winton and Monroe!!
I checked you folder, and it's definitely yours. And it's EXTREMELY heavy/packed/stuffed/needs a slim fast.

Anyways, let me know your address so I can drop it off tonight.
You owe me a big hug in school =)"


Favorite person? I THINK SO. Within fifteen minutes, he was at my house with my backpack. THANK GOD. Of course I checked it for any tampering, but I was just so HAPPY that I got all my stuff back. Even better, everything was exactly how I left it. I honestly don't even care who took it or anything. I'm just so relieved to have everything back. Nothing was missing :).

Now, a few words for my amazing co-blogger:

Dearest Jack, what's up? Yes, yes, I know I didn't post last night. I kind of accidentally feel asleep and...the next time I opened my eyes was to my alarm ringing, signaling the beginning of another tiresome day at school. Anyway, seeing as how the fact remains that I failed to post yesterday, I'm ready for any challenge you have thought of :). Well, as long as it's not too...I'm at loss of a word. Anyway, good luck on learning Japanese! How I wish they offered Japanese as a language at our school! By the way, did I tell you that starting next year, Mandarin Chinese will be a language that students can take at BHS? I'm not taking it, but I know some people that are.

Alright, good night!