West is west, for that it is pure fact, a fictionless statement, I'm positive about that
I am so peeved right now! My jacket is almost found, it is so close, yet distance is still playing a role in it's recapture. A fellow 7th former, for this case we will refer to him as Mr XY, is wearing my jacket. I noticed it in tourism last period today. As per usual I was mucking around at the end of the day, and Mr XY had received a punishment for excess swearing, and was to remain behind to clear the rubbish off the classroom floor. Anyway as I walked out I passed him and noticed the Adidas logo, and the complete blueness of the jacket. It seemed so familiar. That was because it was my jacket. MY JACKET! Mr XY was wearing my jacket! I exited the classroom and pulled a uey and headed back. He soon emerged and I tracked him out of B block. I had been within inches of my jacket, but now it again was leaving me. It was great to see it again. But although I got close, it wasn't close enough. I don't even want to imagine what it's been through. I want it back, dearly, but I must devise a master plan to retrieve it from Mr XY's fiendish grasp. I have had many ideas and thanks to those who have suggested possible and plausible methods of extracting my jacket. I cannot rest or break before it's return. I feel so strongly about this. Mr XY cannot get away, I WILL not let him get away with it. But I can't let him know that I know. Hopefully he will again robe up in it tomorrow, maybe I can find out more. He must have picked it up in the common room after it originally went missing, it had a note attached to it stating it was lost property and that it needed to be returned. Thats when he acted, as after I was informed about this, and I was able to enter the common room, it was gone. This siting took place on Friday morning. Because of the long weekend, the next day of school was today, Tuesday. If necessary, I will contact the high-ranking authorities regarding a course of action. The major problem is that it isn't named, damn! I also feel that I would have noticed had he worn it previously, as I can pick out when people have the same clothes as me. I hate to wear the same stuff. I'm sure I would have noticed him wearing an identical jacket to mine. I have no recollection of him even wearing a jacket, just a red sweatshirt. That bastard! I'm so emotional about this. I have to rise to the occasion, I must rescue my lovely jacket!