Not Yours!

Chapter 1: XX meets XY

It was another hellish day at school today. But what's new? Here in medschool stuff to do automatically pours down, that after you finish one task, another one comes along and bites you in the ass. Remind me, why am I doing this again? Honestly, I have absolutely no idea. Today, we are a tad bit luckier, because after class, we still have to go to some cafe with overpriced coffee just to be able to discuss group activities. Which often makes me wonder: Is coffee the new gold now? It's getting more pricey than ever!

Well, enough of these rants about medschool and coffee, which by the way are two inseparable things, it's time to go back to work.

It was past midnight that we decided to continue what's left of our work at home. Going home this late has never been a problem for me since people are still roaming the streets at this hour. Clutching an envelope with my right hand and lugging my backpack on my left shoulder, I started my walk home. I have always been a bit paranoid about walking alone, good thing is, I've always gone home safely. But maybe, just maybe, this isn't my lucky day.

As if i have magically transformed my train of thoughts into reality, a man with a black jacket and and a cap grabbed my backpack and ran towards the busy crowd. Why do villains always wear black anyway? Why not blue? Or pink for change? Just sayin'.

After processing what happened, I immediately ran after the thief. I can't afford to lose my bag! My case reports and files are all there! As I was running into the crowd, i quickly scanned the whole area to locate my bag. And since my bag is pure white in color, I have almost immediately spotted it. Pointing toward the direction of my bag, I shouted: "help! Stop that man! He's a thief!"

I must've been so loud that a lot of people noticed me and some of them helped tackle the thief who was struggling. I ran towards them and the moment I reached them, the thief was already face down on the ground, unconscious. And a woman was already calling the police. Whew, the men who tackled him sure are strong.

Taking my chance, I grabbed my precious backpack off his shoulders to check its contents. My dearest files, notes, and books, I can never lose you! I chanted in my brain as I quickly unzipped the bag.

A laptop, a bag of half finished chips, and a Harry Potter book. Wait, something's not right. First, I left my laptop at home. Second, i always, always, always finish my chips, and third, I don't have a Harry Potter book-- I haven't even read one!

Suddenly, it hit me. "OH MY GOD! what have I done? Oh no! No! No! No freaking way!"

"Miss are you ok? The police just came and I think they would like to hear from you."

"Ahh-erm, yes. T-t-thank you so much." I stuttered nervously. I was silently freaking out. This is really horrible! To make matters worse, I could already hear the "thief" cursing and shouting as to why in hell was he being man-handled like that. The policemen didn't even pay attention to what he was saying and immediately secured his hands with a handcuff and dragged him to the police car.

This is going to be bad.
I am so dead, am I?

Well, no shit, sherlock.

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Author's Note:
Hi guys! Hope you like this story! :)