(Man, I'm talkative today.)

 

While pulling out my uniform as I dressed for school today, I noticed a curious weight in one of the pockets of my skirt. It felt round and hard. I reached into the little pouch and grabbed the object of my attention. My eyes widen into saucerpans as realisation dawned upon me. I saw a familiar keychain, a little green man that my brother gave to me.

 

But the bigger problem was what was attached to it.

 

MY THUMBDRIVE!!! I scolded myself " YOU FOOL!!!", imagining the poor little memory storage device twirling about in the washing machine, sparks flying as the detergants invaded and bleached the silicon clips within. SHIT. I stared at the tiny black gadget lying in my palm, covered in numerous scratches. OHNOOOUHH!!! I KILLED YOU, my poor little thumbdrive! *wails* Mom is so gonna kill me...

 

...but surprisingly, mom didn't gave a me a long lecture about taking care of my stuff. Instead, she urged me to test its uh... functionability? Although I thought it was doomed, never to work again in the hands of an idoitic handler such as I, I still hung on to a tiny glimmer of hope as I inserted it to a USB slot. Then, I heard a chime from my computer. OMG! Do my ears deceive me? I stared hard at the computer screen. A window popped out, describing my options on accessing the information in the thumbdrive. ZOM-G! IT LIVES!!!