I was walking around my house looking for my backpack. There was an assignment due in Math class today.
So far I had spent all of my morning looking for it. "MOM", I yelled, if I hadn't found what I lost there was always the backup.
My mom. She could find anything, anywhere super fast. It was almost as if instead of her finding the object, the object found her.
"What are you missing", she asked disappointedly. "My backpack", I said sadly. She shook her head in even more disappointment.
She searched my room and came back a few minutes later. "Your backpack was in your recycling bin", she said with a look that said seriously.
"Thanks mom", I said sheepishly and feeling like a dumbo.
YOU ARE READING
Dreams
RandomThis book will be a collection of the dreams I have every night. I'm one of those people who can remember some of the dreams I had the night before. I thought it would be interesting to put it all into a book.
