Friday the thirteen is today. I usually dont believe in that superstition thingy but yeah... So when I was on my way to school, I put my wallet and iPod in my bag. I met up with my friend, Blanche, and greeted her a Happy Birthday (even though its not her birthday but i still greeted her a happy birthday because it was Niall Horan's birthday) lol! After that, blah blah blahh! This is supposed to be a short story... so to summarize the rest of what happened, at the end of last period, I put my wallet in my bag and went to where I stand by in school. I got hungry (don't judge :P) and got my wallet out, went to the canteen and bought food. Then went to the area we will have a meeting. We were done with our meeting and I was pre-occupied with the book i was reading and thinking of assignments and projects and tests and... yeah. So on my way home, I had that feeling that i left something (I always hate that feeling... you know, when you feel like your forgetting something). The next day, I woke up and prepared for card-giving day (the day when your grades are given. DUHH!!!) and I found out my wallet was frigging missing. I threw all the things in my bag and searched and search and searched (I get it, I searched!!!) and I just stopped searching. I prayed that my wallet would be found and the money would still be there. And then I told my mom and dad. My mom, like any other mothers, scolded me. And my dad? He just said, "Oh, that'll just be a lesson learned." O.O ahhh! I lost my wallet :( And to the person who has my wallet, pleasssee, pretty, pretty please return my wallet, if you wont return, just a reminder, GOD IS WATCHING!!! Karma will come!!!
