I Was In School Struck By Some Wicked boredom During 2nd Period English.  It's About The End Of The

I was in school struck by some wicked boredom during 2nd period English.  It's about the end of the year so the teacher isn't doing anything too big that needs all of my attention, she plays us music from the Vietnam war to show us some history and because the music is nice from that time period.  I felt I needed to draw something while listening to the music.  I do so and by the end of the class my previous sharp pencil was really dull and the once blank piece of paper full.  I was some what sad that the results of my pic wasn't what I really wanted it to be, but it was a fine pic none the less.  I gather my stuff as the bell rings and just before I think to go to the next class, I thought of my dull pencil.  I thought that maybe today I might be really reproductive and this dull pencil would only hamper on my drawing streak.  I leave my papers on my desk with my pic on top and I go to sharpen the tool.  I really try to get this thing sharp to have a easier time sketching anything else.  The sharpener was on the opposite side of the room from my stuff.  Once I had establish that the pencil was in a perfect shape, I turn to retrieve my stuff that lie on the desk.  I was only greeted by the absence of my pic, and the other stuff remained untouched.  I searched high and low for that pic, but the only thing I found in that search was a bit of sadness.  I didn't even have enough time with the new pic to take a pic of it.  That one thing ruined my day for about... 3-4, the feeling periodicity coming and going.  I tried to do something else at one time of the day to get my mind off of it, but I still couldn't bring my self to forget.  But it got better.