Backpack

Imagine having to have to be jostled around on the back of these tall imature sweaty things called teenagers. Well that was my life i was not a exuberante abckpack more like a over depreassed backpack well you know its not fun sitting on the back of teenagers all day long. But i was quite a plain backpack nothing special just a black and red backpack that was stuffed with smelly stuff called food whcih humans eat and all these big books that rip my seams. This is quite annoying but thats all i ever knew i have picked u a little bit of the human speech i know my teenagers name is Nathaniel and many people call him ginger i think this is because his head looks like the food called carrots. But he like to sit n me i thought this was an evil thing to do but he probaly didnt think that i had feelings in my body but whatever that is ok i know his sanity is no longer intact so i will let this slip but i think that i woudl like to just be one of the backpacks thta sit on racks but oh well.