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The Sad Tale of a Neglected School Bag |
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I was once a clean and beautiful school bag, but now I'm crying in the trash can
with a dirty face and tears in my eyes. No, I will sue! I will sue!
I remember when I arrived at my little owner's home from the store, my owner
loved me dearly. He carefully put textbooks, stationery, and other things into
my belly. I was ecstatic because I could serve those lovely flowers of the
motherland.
On my first day of duty, my owner brought me to school, and my classmates were
amazed by me. My appearance was incomparable to all the other school bags in the
class.
But one day, my owner and a group of naughty boys were chasing and playing, and
my owner used me as a shield. Oh, little owner, are you sick? I'm a school bag,
not a shield! Suddenly, a boy threw a punch, hitting me straight in the face,
leaving me bruised and seeing stars. Then came a kick on my little butt. I knew
what it felt like to be "stir-fried bamboo shoots with meat," poor me.
To make matters worse, one day my little owner came home and threw me away, and
I "flew" out the window. Oh my god, this was the fifth floor! Little owner, are
you playing with my life?
With a loud thud, I landed on a lady's head. She screamed and screamed, and I
looked closely, oh! Isn't this my little owner's mother?
Little owner's mother came home in a rage and punished him severely. Later, my
little owner took out his anger on me, kicking and hitting me, leaving me
covered in bruises... Hey, little owner, isn't this your own fault? How can you
blame me?
Sigh, my little owner! Please take care of me and love me! I look forward to it! |
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