41 BLAKE JONES
November 1
I spent the better part of the last two days looking for the backpack that asshole jock stole from me. Talking to Jessica (or her friends) wasn’t a realistic option. The last thing I needed was another visit from her boyfriend. I ditched class yesterday and rode my bike to all the popular spots kids with cars hung out in town: the Walmart parking lot, the coffee shop parking lot, the pizza joint parking lot, etcetera. I checked every trashcan and alleyway and even climbed into a few dumpsters. Aside from a wound I got from cutting my hand on a piece of glass that was poking out of a garbage bag, I came home with nothing. There was only one more place I could check, but it would be useless to go there in the dark. I’d need to wait until morning.
The next day, I
