My Bag WAS STOLEN.

If it wasn’t clear that I disliked ghetto people very much... Well today, it will be. On Friday, I accidentally left my black messenger bag in my Computer Graphics class. Which I really can’t believe. I always have that bag with me. It’s always on my side... literally. 

I decide that I will just come early to the class on Monday to get my bag back. And that didn’t go as planned. First of all, my bus hit the rear-view window of some car in my neighborhood so we had to wait there for the police and another bus to take us to school. We were there for so long that it was 2nd period by the time we got to school. I didn’t get to go check for my bag until before 3rd period and I find that it wasn’t there in the first place. 

I go to the Lost and Found this morning and it’s not there either. And now I’m thoroughly annoyed.
Everything is in that bag. My calculator, my keys, my glasses, my cellphone. EVERYTHING. And either some ratchet or the janitor could’ve stolen that bag. And maybe I didn’t leave it here. But it’s the only place it could be. It’s the last place I remember putting it. And if it’s not there, maybe if I’m going crazy, maybe I left it in my 7th period class or on the bus. But that’s if I’m going crazy.
I’m just so annoyed. I need my bag.