Author's Note: This short story is about one of my favorite Christmas presents. It starts off with her telling the story because it is a point of view piece. Merry Christmas.
I am a Coach purse. I admit it I think that I am better than all of the other purses because, as every girl knows, Coach is the top brand. I can be snotty at times, but I think that I deserve to be snotty; I mean every purse has a little strap. That’s purse slang for sass; we purses have our own little lingo that we use. Some people think that I am just some ordinary girly purse, but I am much more. Here let me tell you about the time I was a Christmas gift.
Okay, so I had just been shipped to the all time shopping place: The mall! Every girl’s favorite shopping hotspot. Just as I was about to be put out, the stupid guy who packaged me put me on the wrong truck! I was supposed to be going to Johnson Creek and I ended up going to Mexico! The man realized that he had put on the wrong truck, and I was then put onto the correct truck and shipped off to Johnson’s Creek. Oh my GOODNESS! That was all that I could think when I was heading to the outlet mall! AHHHH! YAY! I am soooo happy. Oh boy there are always all of those cute shoes. I can’t wait, I mean all of those boys, and ooh maybe I will find a boyfriend. That would be lovely. Now you may be asking, what boys do girl purses meet up with? Well that’s easy boy shoes of course. Shoes are every girl’s best friend and sometimes even better boyfriends. EEEEK WE’RE HERE! Wow look at all of those purses in the window.
2 weeks later
I have been here for two weeks now, and it is amazing! I mean all the cute boys, and all of the purses love me because, I am Coach. They are just knockoffs, but me, I am the real deal and they all want to be me. So today I woke up and this lady came into the store and walked over to me. She then picked me up and wait is this really happening, I think? I mean I am heading towards the register. YES! She bought me! I can’t believe it, for two weeks I’ve been here and thought it was the life, but now I am going to be a Christmas present. The woman takes me to her house and wraps me in the most beautiful paper. Then a few days later I get opened by this wonderful girl and now I am living at her house. The girl takes wonderful care of me and I love it here. We now are living happily ever after. I know it’s corny, but it’s true.
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