The Notebook

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Memoir  |  House: Booksie Classic
When our book of vulgar jokes is lost... what will happen?

Submitted: June 18, 2008

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Submitted: June 18, 2008

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We enter the scene where we see Samantha (one of my friends involved in this fiasco) and a very worried version of myself, walking at a fast pace down the hall of the school. We were heading to our English teacher’s room. Why you ask? Maybe I should back up. This fiasco, as I called it, began with one seventy paged notebook. My friends and I started a notebook of personal thoughts and jokes early on in our third year in middle school.
The notebook was first established by my friend Sandy and me. We had started to pass notes during boring classes on lose paper. We soon collected about seven pages of comical notes to each other. One day, Sandy came to school and presented a red notebook with the words ‘Sandy and Laura’ on the front. We started writing away in it. Soon enough, one of my best friends, Kaitlyn, wanted to write in it too. We let her.
When Kaitlyn started to not reply in the notebook, Sandy and I became annoyed. We were mainly annoyed because she not only wouldn’t write anything in the notebook; she never gave it back to us. Sandy soon invited Samantha (the person I mentioned earlier) to write in it too. We were all writing in it now.
Now the jokes. Oh yes, the incredibly funny but graphic jokes! Those were the best! We all laughed at each other’s comments on what the other wrote. Of course, Kaitlyn went too far sometimes and we resorted to smacking her repetitively while she repetitively apologized. Together, we filled the notebook’s pages and soon needed a new one. I took the notebook home for safekeeping and Sandy got another notebook (oddly enough, this notebook was red too). This one was entitled ‘Sandy and Family’. It was titled that because we all considered each other family. Sandy was mine and Samantha’s mother and Kaitlyn’s stepmother. I will not explain the whole family tree we came up with, for that would take too long.
We started on that notebook and filled it with more jokes that were only meant for our eyes. To my and the rest of my friends’ dismay, a boy (who’s name shall stay confidential) tried to take a peek at what we were writing several times. He was set on the theory that we were writing about him in it, which was only partly true. We argued that it was none of his business. One day, we were watching ‘The Alamo’ in history class and he wouldn’t stop bothering us about it. After the movie had finished (for this was our third day watching it), he actually tried to grab the notebook from my hand as I was writing a reply to Sandy’s previous comment. I had to pinch him very hard on the arm before he stopped, for about three seconds. He began trying to take it again.
That’s when the bell rang. We sighed with relief and made our way to our second hour class, English. Sandy had the notebook and that day was game day in English class. Because of it being game day, the desks were set up in groups where the games were. We played games until the end of the hour, not aware of the disaster that was soon to happen. We left English class and went to our separate classes for third hour. We didn’t notice the missing notebook in fourth hour either.
We had been busy with funny emails that we were sending to each other after we had taken care of our assignment. We didn’t notice it at lunch or fifth hour. No, we noticed it near the end of sixth hour. We had district testing that day and after everyone was done with his or her tests, we had free time on our hands until the end of the school day. That’s when I noticed it. I asked Sandy where the notebook was and she said she thought I had it. That’s when all of our eyes opened wide. We searched through Kaitlyn’s school supplies and it wasn’t there. Sandy looked through her things, nothing. This was when we all began to panic.
After the last bell of the day rang, we all hurried out of the room in search of the notebook. Now we re-enter the scene in which Sam (as I call her) and I are walking down the hall, to our English teacher’s classroom. We burst in the room and began to frantically look for the notebook we had so stupidly lost. Our English teacher asked us what we were looking for and I informed her of our current position. When we didn’t find it, we left the room. We went straight to Sandy’s locker where she told us that it wasn’t in her locker.
We all went home with worried thoughts. What if someone found it and read it? Our names were in there and surely they would know it was ours’. Maybe they would give it back or maybe they wouldn’t know us and we would never get it back. There was still a scary possibility that one of Sandy’s enemies (who’s name will be kept confidential) had found it. If he had it, he would probably use it as blackmail. Sandy and him used to keep a notebook of their own and when they stopped being friends (for private reasons), he wanted the notebook back. Unfortunately, Sandy did not have it and he blamed her and became even angrier. Sandy felt the same. We were afraid for the notebook’s (and our) privacy.
Now you know our predicament. Feel bad for us? Well, let’s see how this all ended, shall we?
That next Monday, I was driven to school because of the cold weather. I wasn’t feeling well this morning because I had been sick since Saturday. I’m a stubborn person and wanted to find the notebook as fast as possible so I went to school regardless of my being sick. It was also the first day of the new semester and we were getting new schedules.
Upon arriving to school, I met with some of my friends and waited for Kaitlyn and the others to show up. When Kaitlyn finally made her appearance, we both started worrying about whether or not we’d get the same classes as each other. We’re very close friends and we were worried about being separated. Surprisingly, Sandy got to school earlier than normal (for her). She was still freaking out about the notebook while I rested on Kaitlyn’s shoulder because of being tired from the cold I had caught. I then got the idea to look through Kaitlyn’s book bag for the notebook. I found it. But it wasn’t the right one. It was the one I thought I took home for safekeeping.
Then I took that one and decided to put it into my binder. I asked Sandy to hold my binder while I got into it to put the notebook away. This is where I broke out laughing. Many people would call it idiocy, but I found it that and hilariously funny. When I opened my binder, Sandy asked me what ‘that’ was in my binder. She pointed to a red thing that appeared to be a notebook. I took notice and moved my agenda and English notebook out of the way to find, none other than, the notebook. I busted a gut by laughing when I found out that I pulled the best and unintentional practical joke on the planet. Sandy didn’t have it before second hour, I did!
Of course, Sandy began hitting me over and over again saying that I had her worried. I had myself worried! I laughed it off and when I told Sam, she got just as mad at me about making her worry. After lunch, I felt sicker than before and ended up going home because I was so sick. The moral of this story, look everywhere for things you lose and karma really does work. I made everyone worry and I got sick enough to go home. Karma got back at my stupidity by making me sick. I now end this whole ordeal with one piece of advice. Don’t be an idiot in these situations like me, and if you can’t avoid it, just laugh it off and hope people laugh it off with you.


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