Things differ as you grow and spend more and more time in this unidentified world (life without title). Once I was young, I was six years old, year one at school. My friend who sat next to me asked me if she can play with my bag?. I said: sure, why not.
she played with it until the bell rang and we went off to go home…. As I opened my bag to do my homework I found my friend’s (the girl that was playing with my back bag) math book.
I was scared I didn’t know what to do back then. I mean I had never taken something that didn’t belong to me without asking or without permission.
I was terrified actually, didn’t want to hear word thief or any other word, surely I wasn’t any theif. My friend put her book in my bag accidently after our last lesson at school.
But you know, as a child, things were much more easy and somehow perfect.
Anyway I didn’t know back then what to do. So I decided to go the next day normally as if nothing happened.
The girl never asked me if her book was with me. She never predicted that she must have tucked her math book in my bag accidently.
Two days passed by, and the girl was without a math book…. Until one day I was writing something on the class board and somehow my bag fell on the floor, it was
opened too, so many books came out…. I was
I’ll continue my story tomorrow just for the sake of suspense .