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Chappie Seven.

well shit.

"We aren't special,

we aren't trash or crap either.

we just are."

- Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club

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Essette, Cynthia Essette.

Shit.

Damn it.

Goddamn.

Fuck.

Shittle Fuck.

Shit.

Shit.

SHIT.

I searched throughout my room nearly turning it inside out searching for one extremely precious possesion of mine that I had stupidly lost.

I could've sworn it was in my hand somewhere. But apparently not.

I had just gone home from another stressful day in school and I have lost my phone. I repeat, I LOST MY FUCKING PHONE.

I scrambled my brain and memories to figure out where exactly I had left my phone. I vaguely remembered rushing down the stairs, excitedly hurrying to where my mom usually picks me up, anticipating all the food I will eat and all the cuddles my cat will receive.

That was the last time I remembered to be holding my phone, before my notebook fell and the memory was magically wiped away from my mind. I decided to take my beaten up scooter that is probably the same age as me and scoot my way to school on the search for my lost phone.

As I arrived in school, I came across Keith, and hurriedly asked him, "Have you seen a phone with a black pineapple case?" while huffing as I am out of breath from all the scooting I did to get to the school.

"No, did you lose it?" He responded.

"What do you think, smartass?" I snapped.

"Oh, I know how that feels like." He sympathetically replied. "I'm not sure if it's there, but try checking in the Vice Principal's office, usually lost gadgets are given to him for keepsake."

"Thank you so so much." I breathlessly huffed, "I'll go now." I breathed out, not waiting for his reply.

I hurried my way towards the Vice Principal's office, anticipating the presence of my phone back in my hands.

As soon as I touched the door handle towards the office, the school secretary beckoned be towards her desk. "Why are you here?" She asked.

"Well, you see, I lost my phone somewhere in this school and I was hoping it came here?" I panted hopefully.

"Let's see, what was your phone?" She asked in a strict tone, not tearing her eyes away from her screen.

"Ah, it was an iPhone 4, with a black pinneaple casing. Did it come?" I (still breathless) questioned once again.

"Yeah, it's with Mr.Grigolo. Wait until I call you for collection." She ordered, still immersed in the screen. I obeyed her orders, and went to stand in the corner, waiting to be called in.

30 minutes later...

Dammit where's my phone. I thought as I grew impatient by every passing second, even starting to slouch down on the floor.

"...thank you sir." I perked up as I heard those words coming out of a visibly sweating student exiting the vice principal's office. "I'll be careful not to lose it again." He finished as he hurriedly made his way to the exit.

"You may go in." The secretary spoke, finally removing her sight away from the now dark screen.

After seeing the previous student, I began to fear what will happen in the Mr.Grigolio's office. I soon made my way towards the door, silently praying for the best.

"Have a seat." I instantly heard a surprisingly normal yet intimidating voice reveal itself. I swiveled around, anticipating an intimidating, fat man (judgmental much, I know). What I turned around to was the contrary, he was a gentle-looking, normal sized man.

"Yes sir." I instantly calmed down, even if it was for a millisecond, at the sight of this non-burly, nice-looking guy.

"Now, what did you say your phone was?" He inquired, taking long strides towards a cabinet, probably the cabinet where missing phones go.

"An iPhone 4, sir." I said, purposely including the 'sir' to be polite in order to not offend this man who holds the key to something that might as well be my child (my phone).

He slowly made his way back from the cabinet with a black object in his hand, as if the world was in slow motion. Right before the black object was set on the table, he put a white sheet of paper on the desk, confusing me. "Please fill in the details concerning this incident, get your phone, and leave." He announced in a nonchalant tone.

"A-Alright.." I mumbled back. I quickly jotted doen the necessary details needed to be written, grabbed my phone, and made my way towards the exit.

"Before you go, I'll assign you a 1000 word essay about safety in this school to compensate for your mistakes." He assigned, causing me to widen my eyes in disbelief.

A thousand word essay for dropping my phone? Are you fucking kidding me? I thought. "Okay." Was my response.

I soon made my way out of the school appalled by the rudeness of this school towards the students.

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what the hell i havent updated in so lonng oops this chapter was crappy lmao and i suck at gym fml

but have a good day dont get licked in the face bye

elle