Bag

Yesturday afternoon I went to the library to meet a friend. By the time my friend got there with her little cousins, the library was just closing. So we took her little cousins to the playground. The two of us were following Stella around, a 23 month old. I put my bag down at this point in the little gazebo. Nothing had ever happened to it before so I figured it would be okay. A half hour later I had to go home. I go over to the gazebo to get my bag and it's not there!!!!!!!!!! There were only two things in it but still. It was a library book that I had just checked out, and my mp3 player bean. My bean! I can't live without that. I can tell the library the book got stolen, but if somebody doesn't bring it back, I'm never getting that back. Knowing my parents, they probably wouldn't buy me another one, because my parents aren't the kind who buy you a new cell phone and iPod every week because you keep breaking it. I don't even have a cell phone. Besides the point. Anyway, I called my mom, and she came to the playground and we asked some people if they had seen it. Of course nobody had seen it, but they think the Asian grandfather that was there might have taken it by accident. Then my mom and I went to the new police station. It isn't that new, but I have never been there before so it's new to me. We reported it and the guy had an accent (not putting down people with accents) that sometimes we couldn't understand him. "Do you want me to report it as laaaaaaarcony?" I didn't understand that last word until my mom explained it to me later. But we told him about it just in case someone brings it in, and today we are going to tell the library, right after brunch. I hope I get it back. Honest. It isn't like they can use the mp3player. It's basically dead. And nobody knows how to use my bean. And not a lot of people like Jane Austen as far as I know.