So this morning while me and my mom were at the bus stop, she was like, "Oh, I really like your jacket." And I was like, "Me too." She was like, "That's why I like going to Ross. If you got that jacket somewhere else, it would have been expensive." And we were just going on about it until the bus came.
When I got to my locker, my friend asked if she could try on my jacket and I let her. But I remember her putting it back when she was done.
So tell me why I go to my locker at the end of the day and MY. JACKET. WAS. NOT. THERE.
I'm so pissed off. I had to go home with no jacket. (Thank God it's beginning to look a lot like SPRING time.) And who the heck could steal it? Who would steal a jacket?
Let me tell you first that I share the locker with someone else and there had been times when random people have put their chiz in our locker. In fact, there was a black sweater in there for a considerable amount of time before someone took it back. (I'm still not even sure who's it was.) And right now, there's a blue and white sweater in there. And it's not mines or the other girl's.
I'm so sure that whoever took the jacket was one of Megan's (the girl I share the locker with) friends. She hangs out with these Spanish girls and I know one of them who comes up to the locker does drugs. And I know one of them had an abortion. So it's not like they're good girls. My other friend told me that she's 100% sure that the person is gonna put in back the next morning. I sincerely hope so. Because I'm so pissed.
And then this dude pissed me off SO bad this morning. First, he stole my only black pen. Then when I asked for it back, he put in down his pants. I'm not sure if he actually did it or not. So while this other dude was messing with him, I stole my pen back and then the dude took my book. A lot of things happened like he stole my homework, wrote on my pants with pen, and then I wrote on his pants with a highlighter and then he ended up stealing my highlighter and then at the end of class while I was trying to snatch it back, the pen broke apart. Then he just threw it to the ground.
I hate him. And I'm gonna write him a bad message on Facebook. And I'm gonna ask my U.S. History teacher if I could move because I hate sitting where I sit. Whenever one boy messes with me, the other two will start messing with me. It's so freaking stupid. Gosh...
>:( I better get my jacket back.
Please God, please let me get my jacket back. I don't care to know who took it. I won't be mad. I just want it back. In Jesus name, Amen.
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