Rick woke up and opened the cupboard in his desk to check on his spell. He was pleased to see that the photo of Chad in the chalk circle had changed. It was now the photo of a jockstrap. Chad had changed.
Rick opened his underwear drawer with the chalk sigil matching one of the four drawn on the circle in.his cupboard. No new jockstrap.
Next he tried his gym bag. Ew, it stank of pee, but no jockstrap.
Rick dressed, he'd drawn the third sigil in his locker. Chad was probably there.
The locker was empty. Rick grabbed his map of ley lines from his backpack. He checked adjacent lockers, just in case.
Then he headed to his grandmother's laundromat. Chad had to be in the old broken machine in the back of the store.
Rick eagerly made a beeline for the the machine with the out of order sign on it. It was empty. If Chad was now a jockstrap in his own house that could be a problem. Then he remembered his cousin helped out here too. Could she have taken Chad?
"Hey, Rick, what are you doing here? I thought you collected the coins last night," said his cousin.
"Yeah, Rita, but I also did a load of gym clothes, and realize my jockstrap is missing."
Rita laughed and shook her head,"Well, if it ended up in the lost and found, you're too late. Ms. Smith from the thrift store collected everything an hour ago when I opened up. You're closing tonight, aren't you, Rick?"
"Yeah, sure thing, Rita."
"You look upset. It's only a jockstrap."
"My lucky jockstrap."