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Chapter Seventeen

Quick Thing:

So when I was in fourth grade, I had this charm bracelet that my brother had given me for my birthday. It made a lot of noise when I wrote things, so I took it off and put it on my desk, planning to put it back on after class. I was in Spanish class and we had this crazy teacher named Sra. Starr. She had this parrot puppet which she had affectionately and quite creepliy named 'Lasaro.' Oh, and just to give you a hint of how creepy she was: When asked by a girl in my class where she bought him, she replied, "I don't buy my friends." Anyways, so Lasaro. She always did this thing where she would go around with him and make him bite girls' jewelry and take people's lunch money and stuff, and she would pretend Lasaro was talking and go, "Lasaro likes shiny things!"

So my bracelet is sitting on my desk, right, and I'm working like a studious little student. She makes this creepy squawking noise and goes, "Here comes Lasaro!" Next thing I know my bracelet is in Lasaro's mouth and she's saying, "Lasaro likes shiny things!" She normally tells the stupid bird puppet to drop whatever he has back on the desk, but this time, she said, "Oh, Lasaro loves your bracelet!"

And I didn't say anything but I was just thinking, "Um, thanks, return it now please."

Anywho, so she took my bracelet back to her desk to this one drawer where she kept Lasaro and put Lasaro and my bracelet in the fucking drawer. Like, what the hell? So, me being the quiet and usually cute and polite little fourth grader, said, "May I have my bracelet back, Señora?"

And she goes, "I can't get it back, Lasaro has it. He's in his nest."

And I was like, "Well could you tell him to give it back? My brother gave it to me."

And she was like, "I'm sorry, I can't get it back. You know how much he likes shiny things."

She got fired the next year. I never got my bracelet back.

Yeah, creepy stories from the school I go to. You're welcome.

-Aria