Writing in High School

I've waited a whole fifty-six pages, and now she's finally gotten to me! She's told to write an essay comparing and contrasting these two books she has read, and is told she needs it outlined. I can tell she's agitated, because she scribbles a very short outline on me and rips me away from my binding very quickly. My top left corner is stuck to the binding, but she doesn't bother to rectify this. The excitement I had felt when she turned to me has quickly evaporated; I thought my use was going to be more fun. The previous fifty-six pages were not abused in this way; She seemed glad to write on them.

I know she liked all the creative pieces she had to write on my friends. It seems that she simply likes creative writing more than structured writing. It seems I'm unlucky. My one-time-use is wasted upon an outline; a mere draft!

What has been written on me seems very unimportant. The person who told her to write this one me didn't even read what was on me. She simply glanced at what has been tattooed on me and put me in a pile with the rest. I feel so useless. Soon I am handed back to her, and she stuffs me in a dark space with some of my friends. She never looks at me again.