How I Lost My Lucky Pencil.

It started off just like any other day for the zombie. That would be me. I was spending most of my friend-less free time sketching on my flip pad. Then I decided to go over to the other section's room. I was bored, so I talked to John. Afterwards, I left, but John says I left my flip pad, and he gives it to me. I thanked him.
BUT. Something felt weird.


Only now when I'm at home did I realize, that my mechanical pencil fell out of my pocket, and now its lost.



I am so pissed right now.