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I hide on a Pink tree in a park for a very long time and yet I haven't spotted any bag with black and white stripes. "Stupid Ambrose" I blurted out and decided to sit behind the tree.

"Paige is missing"...."Heard what Finn said, Miss P is missing!!!"...."Aren't you gonna save her?"... Those statements keep rewinding on my mind. Should I also search for Miss Paige? But I don't have any reason why would I save her. I'm not her friend, bestfriend, nor I couldn't feel if she considers me her friend.

"Ouch!!!" I went back on myself as I heard a voice near me. I spotted a man tripped on my feet. I immediately help him to get up. "Thank you," The guy said while scratching the bruised on his right leg.

"Are you alright? Should I take you to the Hospital?" I asked politely but he shook his head. "No..no...I'm in a little hurry, bro" He stood up with both feet and picked a bag on the ground. I found myself stuck in one spot as I saw the bag he picked up. The bag has black and white stripes.

"Looks like I lost her" He murmured, gasping around. "Hey look! Icecream!" I said to him as I pointed a tree behind him. "Icecream?! Where?!!!" The guy reacted. I immediately grabbed the bag from his arms and started to laugh wickedly.

"Moron!" I laughed at him. "Hey! Gimme back that bag!!!" He said, gritting his teeth. "There's a picture of Sasha inside this bag so better go away before I knocked your teeth!" I said confidently, slinging the bag on my shoulder.

"Youuuu stupiddd boyyy!!" He was about to punch me on my jaw but I countered his fist. I took off my black coat and smiled at him confidently. "I don't want to hurt you, stranger but if it needs for this bag? Then I would." I stated as I countered his punch all over again. I hit him with a sling blade.

As he was about to stand up, I welcomed him with a thunderous superkick of mine. "Come' on!!! STANAAAP, STRANGER!!! I want some moreeee!" I shrieked excitedly, waiting for him to get up. "Boy, I'M FIRED UP!!!" I yelled and ended the stranger with a massive curb stomp.

"Here is your winner and the newwwww owner of the bag, SETH FREAKIN' ROLLINS!" I announced as I raised up my left arm and mocked the stranger after. "FINALLY FOUND YAAAA, THIEF!!!" I turned myself around to see the familiar voice boomed from behind.

"Mister Rollins?!" She said in shock. "Miss Paige?" I gasped as I wiped the sweat on my forehead with my arm. "Mister Rollins???" Miss Paige blinked her eyes as she looked at me back on the I beat up. "Ooooh boy, Miss Paige...Miss Paige.." I said as I realized something judging from the way she looks. "I think you didn't exchange your name with her, right, Mister?" The guy I beat up interjected himself, rubbing his back.

"Oooooh! My bag! Thank God!" She exclaimed as she rudely snatched the bag with black and white stripes on my shoulder. "Hey! Why did you get that bag from me?!" I snapped at her. "This is my bag----Did you run just to get my bag? Awww thank you! Thank youuuu, Mister Rollins!!" Miss Paige exclaimed I received a smack hugged from her. I've never seen her this happy before.

"Y-you are the owner of that bag?" I asked her after she breaks the hug. "Yup!----Awwwww! Thank you so much, Mister Rollins! You know, I can't live without this bag." A big smile grew on Miss Paige's face.

I don't get it. I don't get you, Ambrose! If Miss Paige is the owner of the bag with black and white stripes, why would she keep an old picture of Sasha who was her enemy at the same time???