Retainer's

Complications

I am not the type of person who can keep track of things. I lose things consistently. I find myself searching for pencils daily, while I struggle to keep track of my homework. I can even forget to feed my dog, and I sit, absent-mindedly reading a book, as it grows later and later, and I begin to wonder the nature of my dog's large brown eyes, staring me down. As I said, I cannot keep track of things. Despite this fact, I did not expect to lose my retainers once, let alone twice. But I did. This I the story of how.
The first time was eventful, as most first experiences are. I had just walked into my drawing class after lunch. The problem with the art room is it's location. There is a class room right above it. If the class above us is too loud, their noise will be heard through our ceiling. If our class is too loud our voices will be heard through their floor. This unfortunate fact did not stop my drawing class from being unnaturally loud. And, our teacher did not particularly care. So, I walked into a loud, unruly classroom with a teacher that did not particularly care. It's not hard to imagine an unruly classroom, because it's more than likely that you've seen one before. It is harder to imagine the extreme version of an unruly and unnaturally loud classroom, because you probably have never seen one this extreme. If it sounds like I'm using the phrases unruly and unnaturally loud way too much, it is not because I don't have a thesaurus like most people, it is because those are the only words that can accurately describe it. So, it's a pretty chaotic place. When I had had been eating lunch, I didn't have a retainer case with me, so I just put them in a napkin. Which by the way, is a really, really, terrible idea. I didn't think I would lose them. I was wrong. About 20 minutes through drawing class, I noticed that they were missing. I looked everywhere, and I couldn't find them. When I told my drawing teacher, he actually thought I was joking, because most of the time I am. But not this time. When my grandmother came to pick me up from school, she looked for them too. But when we still couldn't find them, we called my Mom. I expected her to be angry, but not as much as she turned out to be. I suffered through her intensity as we searched every garbage can, every classroom, and basically every inch of the school. We did not find them. We never found them. My mother didn't think we could afford new ones, but she found she had enough money left in her account that she could scrape up enough to get a new set. It was physically and emotionally a struggle for the both of us. Thankfully, I finally had retainers again. For now.
The second time was different, yet similar. I was at school, it was lunch time. I took out my retainers, but by now, I had learned my lesson. I carefully removed them from my mouth, placed them in a case, and placed the case, in my lunch box. The problem was, after a while, I became aware that I wasn't remotely sure where the lunch box went. It was mostly the same story from there. My mother was furious, of course. And, after multiple days, we still could not find them. Also, I had to use all my Christmas money to buy new ones. It was a shame. But my Mother paid for fifty dollars. Which was quite charitable of her.
My advice to anyone with retainers is to never lose them. But, obviously, its not that simple. One does not think they will lose them, until they inevitably do. Wording it differently, I would say to never wrap them in a napkin. That seriously never ends well. Furthermore, keep them in a safe place. Which apparently for me, is not a lunch box. In short terms, just be cautious.