>You are anon.
>And you're 47 minutes late to school.
>There were an infinite amount of excuses you could give.
>You could have argued that the required time of arrival is too early for you.
>You could have claimed that the walking traffic from your house was unexpectedly high this morning.
>You could have even made up some story involving a turtle and a large man dressed in white. ...nah, you didn't have the hair for that one...
>However, the honest truth was that you simply overslept.
>Damn that cheap alarm clock you bought at the thrift store...
>...oh well. There's no use getting upset over it now.
>What's important is that you get to your next class on-time and hope that you can talk your way out of this one.
>More importantly, you need to stay awake.
>It seems that those late-night hours of shitposting aren't exactly providing you with any sleep.
>Instead, you've been opting to sleep during classes.
>Over the past year, it's become a common sight to see you asleep in class.
>While most of the faculty could care less, you'd rather not take any chances.
>It would be best not to make things worse for yourself.
>As you walk through the front entrance, you recall just how much sleep you got the night before.
>Your only solution of any merit is checking the ol' vending machine for something caffinated.
>On the way to the machine, you spot something on the floor.
>There, in the center of the hallway, sits an abandoned pack of peanut butter crackers.
>You can see a second one about a yard or two away, and another after that.
>Your child-like curiousity forces you to investigate this phenomion.
>Something tells you that you're not going to any classes today...
>what have you got to lose investigating this? If anything, this might be a perfect excuse for missing class.
>of course this could also be a form of bait, luring you into a trap of some kind, or leading you to something else you’d best not get involved with.
>...
>oh what the hell, it’s a bunch of crackers on the floor.
>What could possibly go wrong?
>after all, you’re getting some free floor crackers out this. Might as well keep on this trail for the sake of free food.
>you eventually come to the vending machine and find three of its slots completely empty.
>the slots for the peanut butter crackers, to be specific.
>not a single packet of peanut butter crackers remains in the machine
>one could assume this was a mistake. It’s prone to happen from time to time that’s something is completely out.
>but it wouldn’t hurt to search the back for anything malicious.
>looking around the machine, you see no signs of foul play or any hints of crackers anywhere.
>you re-check the contents of the machine and find the reason you started this little journey in the first place.
>on the top shelf rests an energy drink in a white can.
>the crackers can wait, you need that drink.
>you reach into your pocket and... no wallet.
>your wallet is in your locker.
>time for another short walk down the hall.
>At least your locker isn’t too far away. you can already feel the energy from that can...
>arriving at your locker, you notice something a bit off as you go to grab your lock.
>it’s unlocked. somebody’s been in your locker.
>that’s not the worst of it.
>you haven’t even opened it yet, but you already know that your wallet isn’t in there.
>and you know exactly what you’ll find in its place.
>you could smell it from down the hall...
>...the distinct scent of peanut butter.