I was in this school setting in class with a teacher I had in High School. (I'll call her Mrs. K for the sake of things.) It was the last class of the day and everyone was going to go home soon. We had a short break during class and I went to go get my back pack and DS bag. It's a bit odd because in High School I always had my backpack around. I also never brought my DS bag with me to school. None of that is as odd as where I had kept those however.
I made my way to this courtyard area with some small shacks with black roofs and this white plaster-like material on the walls. Some was actually breaking apart off these structures, so they had been in use for a while. They didn't seem very large from outside, but inside? It was about as big as an average bed room. Even a little bit bigger than that. There was darkish, aged carpet, a couple couches, a lazy-boy chair, some tables, a closet, a counsel for a TV with out one, a variety of shelving, and all sorts of dolls and toys placed neatly around the room. This place was like a storage area for students and a lot of the items there were from students who have just left their things there over time. Unfortunately for me, this was a particularly girly room. The pink walls, drapes, and the many variety of dolls were a dead give away. I groaned upon coming in here because I'm not that kind of gal myself. There was this other girl in the room though gathering her own things - two students per unit is how it went. I got my things as well and headed out back to class.
Time passes and it's time to go home. I realize I have to go meet a friend by my little storage room. In a strange thought, I leave my stuff behind in class because I didn't want to take it with me and would be heading back this way. It wasn't a long walk to the place anyways. When I came up to the place, I found Zero of all people. He looked younger and clean shaven, but was wearing a black, thick jacket and was carrying his bag with one strap over his right shoulder. We talked a bit and went back to get my stuff... Only it wasn't there.
I was shocked at first then thought, "well if it's not here, it must be back at the storage room." The two of us go back and take a look around. Zero didn't really interact with the object in the room much, but was just looking around really without touching them. I was a bit more frantic and was looking under everything I thought of. One table in particular had a table cloth over it. I looked under it, seeing a whole bunch of legos people had put together as different scenes, like a house, and a beach front. I do spot an rather shabby looking Zoid though. It was a Liger Zero that was missing parts. Most of it's face and one of its legs in particular was almost completely gone.
"Hum," I remember myself saying.
"What is it?" Zero asked, walking up to me. I dragged the toy out by it's tail and showed it to him.
"It's a Liger Zero." I simply said. (... Did my mind make up a joke as a slept...? Is that what just happened?)
Anyways, we headed back to the class having found nothing here. I told Mrs. K about out conundrum. She as convinced I just left my things in that room, even though I was thinking that someone swiped my stuff. To calm me down, she and her teaching assistance took us back to the room to look around.
Everyone was a bit more active this time, looking under the many pieces of furniture as well as in a few other places. I was looking under a couch that was up against the wall when the teaching assistance spoke up. She had remember that she had moved my stuff from off the floor to on top of Mrs. K's desk. My mind was angrily saying, "Why would you do that?" Things got worse though as I remembered nothing was on the desk when we went back to the room the second time. The teaching assistant jut assumed everyone had gathered their things at that time, but it seemed like some one took what wasn't theirs! I pained, curling on the floor in the fetal position, and started to moan about all the game I lost ad how I'd never get them back.