Autobiography of school bag
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I am a blue bag, made in a small factory in Paris that produces exclusive bags under the Silver Star brand. After passing the Manufacturer Test, I was brought into Malaysia by sea. Along with a few hundred of my friends in various shapes and sizes, we were carefully wrapped in tissue and plastic before being packed into boxes.
Unfortunately, I was plagued by sea-sickness the minute I was escorted on board. Nausea and queasiness were my constant companions as the sea vessel rocked and rolled during the tedious journey. It was very hot and stuffy in the cargo hold as well.
My fellow sea farers and I heaved a huge sigh of relief when the ship docked at the Port Dickson Wharf. We could feel ourselves being hefted, unloaded from the ship and loaded none too gently onto a truck. Our destination was the Silver Star outlet in Kuala Lumpur. After being unpacked, my comrades and I were beautifully displayed on spotless shelves in an air-conditioned shop.
One day, a young girl from a rich family came in with her mother. Her name was Katie and she stared at me for a long time. It was love at first sight for both of us, and I was sold for RM190. She brought me home and threw out her old bag. Katie proudly carried me to school every day. I did not mind the heavy weight of her schoolbooks as she always took tender loving care of me.
One day on her way home from school, she accidentally tripped and I was flung into the muddy drain by the roadside. I was mucky and stank to high heaven. I could not even bear the stench myself. Being ugly sucks as Katie no longer liked me. To her credit, she tried to clean me up but I did not clean up well. Thus, she dumped me outside her house to weather the scorching sun and the drenching rains.
Coping with rejection and abandonment undoubtedly was the worst nightmare anyone could possibly experience. I was heartbroken and desolate. The future looked very bleak indeed. A week of hardship went by before a little boy, Tom, picked me up. He did not mind my faded looks. In truth, he was overjoyed to have found me. I hoped my new owner would not be as fickle minded as Katie.
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My name is Teddy Bear. I am a school bag. Let me tell you about my past. Early one morning, I found myself hanging in a staionary shop. Suddenly, a young girl, about eleven years old, walked into the shop.
Her name is Vedika . She told her mother that she needed a new school bag because her previous bag was torn. So, her mother asked Vedika to choose a bag that she liked. Vedika was looking at the shelf and saw me. She took me down and placed me on the counter. Suddenly, everything turned white. I did not know what was happening. I stayed in there for almost three hours. Finally, I was taken out. Then I noticed that the white place was actually a plastic bag.
When I looked around, I could see lots of beautiful things. It was Vedika’s house. Then, Vedika came running towards me holding books and stuff in her hands. After putting everything neatly in me, I did not feel so empty.
The next day, Vedika carried me to school. I met some new friends, which are bags. After a year she saw a hole on the bottom of be and threw me in the bin. I cried all day and night.
After a few hours, I saw an old woman walking towards me. She picked me up and brought me into her house. She used a very thick cloth to sew the hole in me. Then she gave me to her grandson. His name was George. They were very poor. He carried me to school every day. He used me for years. Through this experience, I have learnt something – being with a rich person is not the best, being with a caring person is the best.