My Lunch Box: A Short Story

What if I told you that your house just got robbed? What if you just won the lottery and your precious ticket got blown away by the shrieking wind? I understand that it’s very frustrating to have misplaced by the appurtenances since this one time, I paid a debt for my hurry of things.

The day started out just fine. As I would assume, who would have a cantankerous attitude going out to their locker, for the sake of extracting some Science class materials?

Before I had a habit of tracking belongings, it was scarce for me to ever take notice of my possessions. My lunchbox is too enormous for my knapsack and regardless of whether it were to fit, it would get crumpled by my heavy binders and books. Similarly, the quality of this lunchbox isn’t the

Relieved by the lack of individuals in the hallways, I swiftly, and of course carefully, progressed to my locker. It has been only a few seconds when I discovered that my lunchbox was not in its usual place. “Hello? Where’s my lunchbox?”

Right off the bat, I had two immediate conclusions to

After entering the classroom and settling down, it was time to learn some English. Since this minute, the acknowledgment that I lost my lunchbox was at the back of my cerebrum. Until it was time for dismissal, I persisted through all the rest of my classes...

“Ding dong!” rang the bell as I blasted out the door of my 8th-period class. Step by step, finding my way through the horde of people, I reached my locker and fumbled with the dial. Next, hesitating on what to bring home and what not. Because I didn’t have much, I gradually shut the door and started to head out the entryway. Then, the realization of my lost lunchbox came back to me. I asked myself, “Sit tight for a moment, possibly I could check the lost and found, only one final time?”

With a concurrence with myself, I halted there first. “Where's that orange gleam? Where's that Nike image?” At that point all of a sudden, as though it showed up out of nowhere, was the orange gleam and the Nike image, imprinted on the front. “Pause for a moment, perhaps other individuals could have a Nike lunchbox as well.” Along these lines, I decided to take a closer look. Skillfully, I unfastened the lunchbox and examined for my name within the panel. Shooting around all over, my frantic eyes eventually found what I was looking for stamped on the tag without a doubt. “Andy