I Am a School Bag

I am a schoolbag

I used to sit on a shelf in a department store.Life was boring until this boy found me and insisted that I belonged to him.He was about five years old and he looked well-bred.I hoped he would take me home.

The next thing I knew,I was sitting in a plastic bag,in the black seat of a posh car,ready to be used by my new master.He was very excited at owning me and kept taking me out of the bag to examine me.I thought I was going to have a good life with him.

When school started,I was brought to my master's school.He treated me well during the first week.Before he put me down on the floor beside him,he made sure that the floor was clean.He showed me off to his friends and all of them admired me greatly.

However,after that first week,he began tossing me on floors and benches.He did not seem to