Attention: This post should be read in the attitude of those old black and white detective stories. It is supposed to be melodramatic. Thank you. Once upon a midnight dreary, as I pondered weak and weary, a young girl was at school. All was well, another class conquered with no danger to its students, when the girl went outside to her vehicle, in order to get home. Her silk garments swaying in the wind, she climbed into her flashy car, fully intent on enjoying her drive home with loud music, fast speeds, and a lowered window. Imagine her surprise, therefore, when she reached into her backpack and discovered that she had no ipod! (Cue music) Duh duh duhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Frantic, the woman cried, "Oh, help! I've lost my ipod! That's three hundred dollars, gone with the wind! Please help!" Several people jumped immediately to her aid-her brave brother, the noble Evan; the ever sarcastic yet helpful Steven; her kind female cohorts, Jessica, Rachel, and Julianne. Everyone rushed to help our heroine in her plight, but alas and alack. The ipod was not to be found. The young girl walked around her school for an hour, searching classrooms and asking questions of those in authority. Finally, footsore and with a heavy heart, she went to her car. She was certain that her precious music player had been stolen, and was even then being sold at a pawn shop. Someone else would enjoy her Linkin Park, her Goo Goo Dolls, her Rascal Flatts! It was too much to bear. Casting her eyes to the ground in misery, she stops! She stoops, and bring her hand up to the light. There, within the grasp of her fingers, was her ipod! It had fallen out when she had exited her vehicle, and its dark color had caused it to blend in with the pavement. Rejoicing that it had neither been run over or picked up by some miscreant, the girl went on her way, determined to make sure that the horrid incident never happened again. The End.
4 years ago
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