I guess miracles do happen.

This is my second first-hand experience with God.

After sixth period, Nicole was the last person to use my phone. It was in my pocket before I showed her something on it, she left it on my desk and the bell rang. I got my backpack and camera bag together, got up and left. When I got to the theater, I checked my pocket and realized that my phone was gone. The only place it would have been was in the French room or it was stolen. I went to ask Nicole if she got my phone because she saw it there, she said no. My mind began to race. I went to the French room and asked Ms. Danielle if she saw anyone take it or if she has seen it. She said no and announced to the class if they saw the phone or saw someone take it. No one said anything until after. Trixia told me that she saw some guy hang around the spot where I was sitting and saw him leave with a phone in his hand. She couldn't identify his name or face, but she said he was Filipino. I kept thinking who was in that class last, when Randy spoke up and said he might have saw someone named Lawrence with it. He claimed that he was around where I was sitting with a bunch of other people, so it might have been one of his friends or him. Afterschool, I waited by the clocktower (that's where he usually hangs around after school) and Katrina went up to ask him if he stole a phone. Sure enough, he had it in his pocket. He took off the lanyard and the SIM card already...but he claimed he "found it" in the French room. I kept my rage inside, but I just walked away. I mean, I'm glad he gave it back and all...but it is a sin to steal..so he should think twice before he's messing with someone who has a strong faith in God.

This whole solitude movement is working great.