I stared at it.

Right there in front of me.

My vision became blurry at the sight of it!

I couldn’t stand it!

I collapsed to the ground and grabbed the book and hugged it with all my might, tears streaming dow my face.

My nose running like crazy.

The next morning I woke to yelling.

My mother and father were always fighting.

“SLAM!”

The back door shut leaving nothing but the echo wailing through the house.

I remembered what happened last night.

I went to the edge of my bed and looked to see the book gone.

It had disappeared.

I thought maybe I stashed it somewhere before I went to bed.

Nope

One thing was clear

My favorite book in the whole world

Was stolen

Stolen

Thats a big strong word

It represents something that has been taken from you

Maybe something you don’t care much about

Or maybe

Something of big significance

One

One thing ran through her head

You don’t know how much you care about something until you lose it.

By the time her parents had came back in

She was still on the floor sobbing her heart out

Thinking things would never get better

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