I'm here to tell you about a note. It was't a specially made note, it wasn't even a well written note. Just a normal, small, lined, piece of folded paper filled with scribbly handwriting.

But to me, this note was everything. I think it was because it was written and given to me by someone who I held very dear to my heart, someone who I thought was one of the best people alive. The note was quite trivial in others' eyes, but to me...it was the one thing I could truly hold on to.

I kept it as a sort of charm. I always had it near me in my jacket pocket. I didn't even read it most of the time - I would just hold onto it when I was stressed or tired. This small, insignificant piece of paper seemed to be my everything. I viewed it as my "good luck charm," even though nothing exceptionally great ever happened. But because of that one person who wrote it, I thought the note was so important, so influential in my life. In my eyes, it was the cause of that A on that one math test. It was the cause of that one boy who talked to me for that one minute. I would hold this note on airplanes to make sure that I wouldn't crash and die! Again, this wasn't an AMAZING note or anything; (it was literally just lined paper). But, again, it began to be my one and only hope (to quote Princess Leia).

So this note was practically my everything. Honestly, I don't even know why I kept onto it. With this all in mind, we shall move onto...the road trip.

One day, my family decided to take a grand road trip for a friend's wedding. We drove all the way, through deserts and desert and even more deserts. The drive is approximately 14 hours, which is a very, very, VERY long time. Soon enough, my brother and I grew restless after seeing sand after sand after cacti after more sand after "ooo look a windmill" but then back to sand. I was done with desert after desert and longed to see green trees or literally anything with colour.

We encountered many small towns with about 1,000 residents and even found a weird Wild West town! Everyone in these towns knew each other. There were college hitchhikers on the street who took gap years for fun and adventure. The desert is a strange place. Randomly, there would be a tiny civilization with a McDonalds, a Jack in the Box, maybe a "nice restaurant," and of course, a gas station shop.

One midnight, we stopped at one of these gas stations stops to grab some food. I was so done with the disgusting yellow of sand and needed to use the bathroom because let's be honest, holding it in for like 3 hours isn't fun.

I went into the gas station bathroom while my parents and brother got some chips and snacks. I was very tired. I got out and then went back into the car with my brother and my dad. My mom was still buying food. I was so out of it and just really done with everything about road trips. As a habit, i reached into the right jacket pocket for my note, my little charm. I reached for the piece of paper and....grabbed air. My eyes widened.

Where is it? Why isn't it in my pocket? WHERE IS IT?!

I slowly began to panic. I looked in all my pockets: the two in the front, the two in the back, AND my pants' pockets (even though I never put anything there; it's just awkward to sit on stuff). I found nothing. I then proceeded to (subtly because of my dad) check the car cushions in case it dropped out or something. Again, I couldn't find it.

Reality began to sink in, and I began to panic more. My heart dropped as I thought go countless possibilities in where this small note had gone and possibly been destroyed. Did I flush it down the toilet?! I began to yell at myself: DALVIE! YOU JUST DESTROYED YOU ONE AND ONLY GOOD LUCK CHARM! WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?! Then, I wondered if someone had found it. That would be awkward: someone could be reading the note right now! I began to realize that I was never going to find this note, this one charm, my one hope of ever surviving the cold world. Outside, I looked totally fine. But inside...I WAS PANICKING! "Oh my god, oh my god, I lost it, I lost it! How could this happen?!"

Before I could do anything, my mother came back into the car and I debated about running back into the bathroom to search. However, I concluded that that would be even MORE odd and awkward, so away we went to the wedding.

I never found the note. It devastated me for days. It was lost, forever. That precious piece of paper, in an instant, gone.

I guess I really shouldn't have put all my heart and dreams onto this one note. But at the time, it seemed right.

We put our whole lives into such small things: our phones, our social media, our pictures. At the time, it seems right. These objects are so close to us, they are almost like our good luck charms, even if nothing ever exceptionally great happens. But we still treasure these things as if they held our everything.

What if we put away those things for just a moment? See the world around us? They are self-blinders that limit our view of the beautiful scenery and people in our lives.

Yes, I never found that note. And yes, my heart was destroyed. But hearts can heal. And this was just a snippet of my learning to move on and just live.

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So today in English, we learned about storytelling and stuff. My teacher made us write stories (mainly with personal experience because those are the best). I wrote a realllyyy crappy one ahahahah, so then I wrote down this new one to send too her. What did you think??

LOVE YALL GOOD NIGHT

UODATE FOR SUPERHEROES IS TOMORROWWWWW (I hope argh)

PS: small guys troubles wee wooo weeee woooooo 🚨🚨