No, I'm not saying Slyfur sent me a letter. Nor am I talking about the Chevelle song. Let's start from the beginning before I get to why Slyfur would be proud of me.Someone stole my backpack! :cry:

In case you don't know, allow me to fill you in. I keep EVERYTHING in my backpack. My life is in there, seriously. I keep homework, journals, Even my DS in there! I'm lost without my backpack!

It was stolen today. I put my backpack down forless than 60seconds to grab a book from my locker, and when I turned to pick it up, it was GONE! I looked around for the thief, but the hallways were pretty crowded, so my three-second attempt to rescue my backpack ended in a fail. But I keep most of the books and such that I need for cl@ss in my locker, soI came across SOME bit of luck. But my teachers didn't appreciate an honor student not turning in homework... *sigh* So while I'm at cl@ss, someone stuffed this note into my locker. Saying they had stolen my bag.

I totally start freaking out right there. Once I managed to calm down, it was time to headto my next cl@ss. Iwas thinking on the way there what I had done in the past week or so to make this person want to steal my backpack. Eventually my mind drifts to GameSpot. I'm thinking "I know, I'll hire Slyfur! I'm pretty sure she'd kill RazerBlade if I asked her to, so maybe she'll track down this thief. Thieves can track down other thieves, right?" :lol: (No offence, Razer. :P)

But anyway. I come up with two possible people who could be the thief. I'm not going to use their real names, so let's just call suspect number one Tim, and suspect number two Brooke.Tim wasn't the thief, I proved that.By returning something I had borrowed from him, getting a chance to glance into his locker - my backpack wasn't there. Brooke must've taken it!

Brookewas a friend of my cousin's, but he moved. But she never really liked me.... I suppose she doesn't like the fact I'mthe total opposite of her. So I walk up to Brooke's locker before school is about to end. I'm in luck, she'sdigging around in her locker, but shuts it as I walk up.(Here comes the part Slyfur would be proud of... Let's put it in story-form!)

I confront her directly, "Did you steal my backpack?"

"Pff, what would I have to gain from that?" She has a smirk on his face, I know she's guilty.

"What did I ever do to you!?" My tone of voice raises a bit, but I lower it and continue, "I don't want any trouble... Just give me back my backpack, you creep." Brooke has gotten into one or two fights before, so I know this isn't going to end well.

I anger her. (By being called a creep? Seriously?) "Goody-two-shoes little punk! Get outta my face!"

"No. Give me my backpack, now." Slyfur would fight her, so why shouldn't I? Though Slyfur is a better fighter...THAT I could bet hundreds of dollars on.

She throws a punch. I duck. Did I mention I'm a master atavoiding things that will hurt my person? Her fist slams into the lockers, then I push her so she doesn't try to hit me again, and she falls on her back. Her locker is unlocked, so I open it. Who would've guessed, there's my backpack! I grab it and run. Fast.

So, I guess, technically, I've gotten into my very first fight. I'm not proud of it... But I've never even thrown a punch before, let alone been in a fight, so I'm pretty happy I didn't die. :lol:

Well this blog has gotten longer than I expected... Wish me luck at school tomorrow, Brooke may want to get revenge. Maybe I'll hire Slyfur as my bodyguard?

~Nikki~