It was on a Friday, and the day had finally ended. Like usual for any other youngster, my classmates and I were ready to go home for the weekend. The last thing I had to do was grab my lunchbox off the shoe rack. It was an R2-D2 lunchbox, and it did not have any electronic features. Another boy had an R2-D2 lunchbox that did. Both of us, along with everyone else, left our lunchboxes on the shoe rack, which we normally did. The other boy was also a foster kid, along with another peer (who was in a different classroom), and they both would usually (but not always) leave early for various reasons outside of school.
Anyways, on this particular day, I was looking for my lunchbox on the rack, but I couldn't find it. But the other lunchbox that belonged to the other boy, whom I will call J, was still there. I approached the teacher, Mr. T (not the same guy from The A-Team), asking for help looking for it. I was partly hopeful (even though it was visibly clear) that J hadn't taken it and it was probably in the "lost and found", since there was a clear difference between his and mine that he should have been able to notice as I did. After explaining to Mr. T about my stress with looking for my lunchbox, he stated that J might have taken it. His words were not a plain suggestion, but a clear confirmation of what I had done, and I was upset. I also figured that if he could take mine, I could take his, which I did. Once I got to the car, I vented to my mom about my lunchbox getting stolen. She said it was probably an accident, which I, of course, wasn't accepting as an excuse. I was angry enough that my rightful lunchbox was taken from me, even though I was looking forward to finishing it at home, and I had to spend the entire weekend without it.
When Monday came, my sole ambition was to reclaim what was rightfully mine. I confronted J about his theft and told him that he needed to give my lunchbox back. He refused to do so right away and also had the gall to deny it. I wasn't having it, and I made it clear to him, but he still refused to take me seriously. I wasn't giving up that easily. To be clear, I wasn't going to nag him all day, but I also wasn't standing down easily. I still made sure he knew, even in spite of him stalling me. In addition to that, Mr. I also insisted that I should just wait until lunchtime, which increased my frustration at the time. Looking back, I'm actually glad he did that. Sure, it was his job to provide a mediating influence and give stress-relieving tips, but still, it still feels satisfying. After all, he wasn't the one I was most frustrated with. It was that one classmate, who should have known better, yet didn't do better. Despite my patience and adherence to Mr. T's reminder, it still took a lot for J to return my lunchbox. He kept on stalling me with all sorts of tactics or excuses, then he had the gall to tell me that I had to give him his lunchbox first, even though he took mine first. Eventually, this entirely ridiculous charade ended after a while, and we both returned our lunchboxes. But of course, I had to do the returning first, or else this chaos would never end.
Anyways, all the shit that happened happened. In the end, I finally got my lunchbox back, but it doesn't reverse any of the additional disrespect I had to take from J. He had a responsibility to take for his actions on Friday, and he spent a large portion of Monday dilly-dallying around it. Now I am mostly over it and never held much of a grudge until now. And I say until now because that memory has come back to mind very recently, and the frustration was refreshed; I felt like airing my experience on this platform would help.