Bagged Sadness

Last night, on Friday, mom, Trevor and I went to a design and Christmas party that one of my mom’s friend organized. We were having so much fun, having cucumber beverages, gulping home made buffalo pizza, sparking creme brûlée, talking to people and dancing.

Meanwhile, someone, maybe drunk or homeless, came to my mom’s car and …………………… Crash! The window right where I sit was smashed into little tiny pieces of glass everywhere on the sidewalk and in the car. That wasn’t the worst thing the person did, the person took my school backpack! Probably, the person thought that it was a purse and had money in it.

Mom, Trevor and I got out of the party around midnight. We were walking down the street till all of a sudden my mom noticed that one of the window got smashed. Right that second I was hoping that everything was there. But when we got even closer, mom noticed that my purple backpack was missing.

Mom whispered sadly to me,” Your purple backpack is not there, someone had to take it when they got into the car.”

As my mom whispered this straight into my ears, my eyes started to get wet and tears started to form. I shivered so much I felt like I could have fainted. My heart felt like it was cracking into two million pieces. I felt like I ate butterflies for dinner of how scared I was. I looked back to all those fun times with that backpack, but now those moments have pasted and now I thought what will I do without that purple adventure backpack. Why I call it an adventure backpack is because it has been with me to many different places. I went to Kenya with it to an orphanage that my godmother started. I took it to Amsterdam and to Paris to see art museums. I am into Vincent van Gogh’s paintings! I took it to New York to the Governors Island Art Fair. I took it to Washington D.C…… and to school everyday, carrying my yummy food, tooth brush, tooth paste and h

omework. I knew what my mom meant when she said she would get me a new backpack, and I know she would, but it’s not like you can forget about it just like that it takes a while to forget that it happened.

Now here’s a question that you should answer: “Why would anyone want to steal a purple backpack that’s really light?”