I had this book. I got it for my birthday because I was obsessed with Gravity Falls. I loved it. I constantly read it, wrote my name on the cover in sharpie. It meant a lot to me, and I constantly found myself distracted by it in school, flipping pages idlily. It was one of the only good things I had, really. So, I would bring it to school. We had morning and afternoon recess, and I would bring the book with me like I just needed to cling onto it. At some point I must have become distracted, found something more fun to do and left the book on this spot of the playground. I didn't even notice it was gone until we were back in the classroom and a sense of dread filled my stomach, making me nauseous. I ran back to the playground, after my teacher let me of course, and looked for the book. But, it was just gone. No trace. I felt awful, I wanted to cry, I did cry once I went home and told my parents. It was so important to me, and just like that it was just gone. I checked for years in the office after that. I never forgot about it. I checked for so long, but it was like it had just disappeared. No one found it, even with the name in sharpie.