It was another day. Math class was the first thing that drained us all. My class and I dragged ourselves around the school to our next class, English. We had it in a new room today, all the way on the other side of the school. We all sat randomly and the teacher sat at the desk.

Once we had all settled down he stood up slowly, walking to the center of the front of the class.

“I need your essays and books right now. Line up with both” then he went to his desk.

I thought nothing of it. I had printed my essay the night before and always had my book. I retrieved my essay and looked for my book. My book...where was it? The teacher suddenly shouted. He turned a student away because she didn’t have her book. I began to shake. Amelia went up to the teacher. She didn’t have her book either. The teacher stood back up slowly.

“Anyone who didn’t have their book go down and get them now.” He said coldly. Amelia called out to me and booked it out the door.

I ran too.

The empty halls were filled with thundering footsteps. At least ten pairs of sneakers pounded against the ground. I took a peak behind me and saw half my class running, dread frozen on their faces.

I ran faster.

Then we approached the stairs. I didn’t have time to wait. I jumped the last three. I slid to my locker and opened it with such force it flew open.

I searched my bag.

Nothing.

The shelf?

Nope.

The floor??

Nada.

Amelia came behind me, waiting for me.

“IT’S NOT HERE!” I cried. I fell to the floor, tearing my locker apart.

Shaking, Amelia tried to reassure me it was ok. We went back to class and explained the whole situation. The teacher understood. I texted my mom and she gave me my book at lunch. At the end of the day I flagged that teacher down and handed him the book, along with all my troubles and walked home with my friends.

Pretty average day.

Ate a cookie after too.