Wednesday, February 17, 2010

I am an Object, the Object is Me

Hello!


Wow did you know that you are the very first person I have talked to? You see I am kind of shy. I really like to hide behind desks and people and I am good at it! Actually hide and seek is my favourite game, sometimes I can stay hidden for days on end! I usually use the good old trick of hiding under some clothes (jackets work the best).

Other than playing hide and seek, I sit around with my friends. My friends are so new and shiny. They can comfort even the saddest person around, people always get mad at me for some reason. I guess it's because I am old and skinny. My new friends are also strong, they laugh and call me weak. One time I got so anxious and I began to rock back and forth to make the noise go away and I accidently fell over! Good thing I didn't hurt my back, I always practice perfect posture. My new friends like to lay back while lounging around. Such couch potatoes.



I have a pretty big family, most of my brothers and sisters have gone off the unversity and have started careers. The majority of my family works in waiting rooms. When we are young we learn to be very patient. Sometimes I get bullied, I guess thats what high school is all about. People kick me and put gum on me. Gosh, don't they know that it is so hard to get gum out. I don't get to make any decisions, even though I think I am old enough to. When I get in trouble, I get stacked with all the others in a dark and scary room.

Oh I forgot to tell you about the time I got to meet Queen Throne, that was the best day of my life. She is so nice and soft. She told me that I was born to have people...sit on me! No, that can not be right because well that would mean that I was a....chair. OH! That's right I am a chair. People sit on me all day, my view consists of denim jeans and silky skirts, and sometimes I breathe in some really bad smells. I am a chair, I think I actually believe that now...OH NO! I am losing my voice. Uh oh. Sometimes I wish I wasn't a chair, that way I could talk all the time.












You know you can't see me,

the Invisible Book

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