Assignment 12- Emma Tucker

Life as a backpack isn't easy. I am loaded up to the point where I think my seams will burst every single morning. There is binders and folders and calculators that I always have to carry around. Then I am thrown into the car and make my way to school where I sit and am forced to listen to every boring class. I hate being a backpack! There is a constant stream of paper constantly being added to me every single day. And I get no respect. There is always trash thrown into me, and it is never emptied out.  I mean, Do I look like a trashcan? I always have to sit on there floor, no matter where we are, bathrooms, schools, outside, and let me tell, you those floors are nasty! I have so much dirt and grime on me and I rarely get wiped down, much less washed. I just get used to the point that I am too dirty and worn down that I have to get thrown away. I am constantly slung around, stepped on and kicked. At least I have my constant companion, Lunchbox. We go through everything together. She keeps me entertained as we sit and listen to class after class and lecture after lecture. I don't know what I would ever do with out her.