Thief

Today was grocery day, the day where I blow all my money on junk food and promise myself I'll exercise it off later. Stumbling in through my front door, I set all the bags on the counter and went about putting everything away in it's respectful place.

Later, I entered the kitchen with an intense thirst  Opening my fridge, I went to grab the Apple Juice I had bought earlier, intent on gulping down half the carton. My plan was quickly obsolete, however, because the juice was not there. Blinking in surprise, I searched my fridge until I saw something else entirely. A CD case. Picking it up with suspicion, I looked at it and saw exactly what I expected. A band that nobody had ever heard of.

 Then, I looked down. Sure enough, I saw a trail of Polaroid pictures, all appearing to be selfies. Reaching down, I picked one of them up, and just like that, I knew.

 "The Wild Strider, more popularly referred to as the Ironic Cool Kid," I muttered to myself, turning the photo over in my hands. I began to walk along the short trail, continuing my thought. "Only rare glimpses of him have been seen in the wild, and even fewer captured." The trail led to an open window, which bared me no sight except for the neighbor's house and the empty street. Shaking my head, I shrugged on my coat and went out to get more apple juice.

"Wander on, you majestic creature."