Young Writers Society

*Starting this now. The applications are still open*

Sock glanced up at the dark ceiling. The woven basket let pinpricks of light shine through, but it wasn't enough to illuminate the entire basket. That was probably a good thing too. As far as I remember, the baket had not once been opened since I came here. I was the newest, but that had been weeks ago. Or maybe more. I stopped keeping track of the days a long time ago.

"Hey! You over there," a voice said. I didn't turn around. What was the point anyway? "And you too. You, you, and you." The voice was rough and I recognized it as the unofficial King of the Lost and Found, Football Helmet. "Hey! Get over here! Sock guy, that means you too!"

Finally, I turned around. He was calling a whole bunch of other things to him. What was going on? Sluggishly, I made my way to him. No need to rush.

LATE APPLICATION

name: Jenna Journal

personality: Kind of bipolar, one day she is super peppy and happy and the next she is sad and depressed. She doesn't like the basket and thinks her owner forgot about her. Honestly who would bring a personal journal to school?

other: She is a dark grayish blue that has doodles all over the front.

Locket

I turned around and faced the football helmet. Everyone respected him, because he was the oldest item in the Lost and Found box. I meade my way towards him, grudgingly, knowing I was so much better than him, who was he anyway? A helmet? There was nothing special about helmets. I , on the other side, was a locket, I had been cherished, the symbol of love, someone's special thing. However... she had lost me. I knew she was looking for me out there somewhere. She had to be.

"What do you want, oh great king."I asked, saracasticaly as I faced him.