Something I had that got stolen

A Story by Danny Gordon

Something I had that was stolen was a game for the Gameboy color. It was in the third grade that I played Pokémon yellow almost everyday. It was my favorite game and my favorite way to pass the time. One day I went to Care After School expecting to spend my time playing Pokémon, until I realized that it was not in my Gameboy and it was nowhere to be found. I was upset for a couple days, but eventually I got over it. I assumed that I lost it being in the third grade where my biggest priority was playing kick ball or tag at recess. It wasn’t until last year that I was informed that it was stolen from me. Not only did I learn it was stolen, but it was stolen by someone I have become pretty good friends with. I wasn’t too mad about it because honestly I had forgotten that I had ever had Pokémon yellow, but I was unhappy when I learned that he still had it and wouldn’t give it back. Now in the grand scheme of things it didn’t really matter because I wasn’t going to play it even if I would’ve gotten it back, but it’s the thought that counts. Eventually I realized that I wouldn’t have played it and I have no hard feelings toward my friend now.