The Mystery of the Missing Burrito
Kyle, Age 13, San Diego, CA

RRRIIIINNNNGGGG. Lunch at last. I dashed out of my class, hungry as ever, trying to be first in line to get my burrito. Unfortunately I was fourth. I had to wait one whole minute to get in front! Finally I had my succulent burrito. I went to get my usual seat with my friends, but they weren’t there yet. I was just about to take my first bite out of the burrito, when out of nowhere, one of my friends came up to ask me a question. I put my burrito down so I wouldn’t be tempted to eat it right then. Finally, when I was done answering his question, I sat back down to eat my burrito. He kind of had a smirk on his face; I did not know why. But when I went to grab my burrito, I grabbed air instead. Where did my burrito go?

It was gone. I searched high and low, but I could not find it. Finally, I looked up and saw my other friend across the table eating a burrito, my burrito! I tried to rip it out of his hands but it was no good. After awhile of pleading I gave up and looked down at the ground. I was sad that I had just wasted two dollars. But as I looked down, I saw what I had been looking for the whole time. It was a burrito. It was my burrito. It was right by my feet. I reached down to grab it and BANG, I hit my head on the table. I’ll be more careful next time. I went down to grab it again, but instead of a burrito on the ground, there was a pile of beans and cheese. When I hit my head, I accidentally squished my perfectly good burrito with my not so perfect feet.

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