Non-fiction Fiction

[You'll get a weird title when you try to think of something creative.]

Max loves to collect things. After buying or getting something, he always end up buying more of the same stuff just because he simply loves seeing them arranged in a series. Take for example comics, stamps, trading cards, erasers, guitar picks...and...guitars.

However this time he thinks purchasing a new guitar is not just for fun, not just because he loves collecting items but rather because of a few factors which he have put into consideration. First, his very first guitar is too hard to play. It doesn't sound nice to be played in front of others. It's also his first true love and he won't be bringing it out of the house. It's too valuable to be taken miles away from home, despite the fact that it's cheaper than your grandpa's handphone.

His second love, the guitar that he really really loves (and probably his most valuable non-electronic item in the room) is too big. It's heavy too, so dreaming of it to become a travel guitar is not a wise thing to do. 

Max has been thinking of this for a long time. He needs one because he's shy of borrowing from others in college. He wants one to keep him entertained when time gets tough. He wants to sing praises and play guitar, simply because that's the only moment that he feels he's at least good in something (although the fact of being good is not quite true).  He knows that he isn't rich, and he wouldn't want disturb a single sen in his account for the guitar. To fast forward the story, let's just say that Max miraculously got enough money to buy a decent guitar. 

It's was impressive how Max managed to bargain for it, thanks to mum's voice which kept on ringing in his mind, reminding him of every moment in the past when he simply agreed to any price without showing any effort of bargaining. After building up some courage, he asked for free items. "Oh, of course, yes! You'll be given a free pick!", the salesperson said. Max grinned. Choosing for a nice, thin pick, a white one finally grabbed his attention. He wanted one more - remember he loves collecting things? So he tried his luck. "You'll give me only one free pick?, he asked. "Take one more!", shockingly, the lady gave him the answer he was waiting for.

He chose red this time, and his heart couldn't stop singing gleefully.."I have two new free picks..I have two new free picks!" He quickly inserted them into his wallet, in the same compartment like his identity card and Kad Rabbit. 

...so after that Max went loitering around the mall before stepping into the bookstore to search for something to be read during the holidays. He bought a novel, paid for it at the counter, and...the moment he opened his wallet, he did a huge mistake...which he didn't realise...

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"OHHH NOOOO WHERE'S MY WHITE GUITAR PICK???", Max exclaimed as he opened his wallet again that very same evening, hours after he left the bookstore. His brothers blamed him. "You should have kept them in the coin compartment, silly", they said. 

So it was is fault. Not to forget that over a year ago, he took a pick which he found in front of the school hall. Someone in the bookstore might have taken his lost pick too.

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Moral of the story: Have you ever lose your marbles? Well, it's nothing compared to losing a free, new guitar pick.

Based on a very true story. 

...of a person who is not named Max.