#24.
Don't tell Abbey, but the word Gaypak has started to lose meaning for me.

Let me tell you the tale of the Gaypak. A tale of discovery, a tale of loss and a tale of shifting tables. Yeah you know it. ;)
Started a while ago, when Abbey and I were sitting in class. Just a day like any other. Teacher was rambling on about something. Abbey decided she was hungry, so she went to her bag to fetch a tasty and healthy mandarin. Me, having a thing for sticky items, stole her sticker and started sticking it on things. AND THEN out of nowhere, she takes the sticker and sticks it on the edge of the table! "TIEN, MAYBE WE CAN FILL UP THE TABLE!" Abbey, you gunner, I couldn't have said it better myself. For a week or two, Abbey continued to bring in her mandarins, and I began stealing stickers of my friends too, until one day i found a mandarin sticker that said.. GAYPAK. BAHAH, WTF GAYPAK!
Anyway. We kept sticking stickers on the table. We had about fifteen until yesterday. Brigidine day. They moved the tables out to make displays for Animal Cruelty and what not. But they DID move them back in at the end of the day.
HOWEVER. This morning, while peeling a mandarin, I proceeded to ask Abbey if it had a sticker, to add to our epic collection. "Nah, it doesn't.." We both simultaneously looked down to admire our collection to find.. A BLANK TABLE EDGE! *Dun dun dun.*

WE HAD LOST OUR GAYPAK. Disaster had struck. It also hit us that in the process of removing and replacing the tables, someone had mixed ours up.. We did a quick run around the class to check who's table had all our fruity stickers.. But we couldn't find it!
We decided to make lost and found posters, well, actually more like cards.. But yeah, (I'll post some pics of our poster and gaypak table when I get the chance..) IT WAS TERRIBLE.. Seeing as it was during class, we couldn't really look around without being told off. We sat mulling it over for the rest of the seventy-five painful minutes of math. After math, we had tasters, Abbey and I decided to stay back and look for our Gaypak!
We eventually found our babies, and B the legend, made a massive deal about moving and swapping the tables. Gaypak, we've missed you, welcome back! :')

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