Life as a bracelet must be terrible.

authors note:  Opening present after present I come across one of my favorites , a bracelet!

In my point of view

Don’t you just hate it when people are always touching you, or dropping you? Well that's the story of my life. I am forced to live on a dresser, nightstand, or even some ones wrist. I bet you know what I am now. I am a bracelet that has the worst possible life ever!

My life is possibly the worst in the whole planet. At birth in the factory I was separated from my family. I am almost positive that we went to different states and maybe even different countries. If that’s not bad enough for you then here is the worst thing... I never live somewhere long enough to make any friends. People are always giving me away or losing or even stealing me.

Where am I now you might ask? Well right now I am in a box all wrapped up. I am the present for some teenage. I hate when I get given to teenagers because the treat me very badly. I am always getting flung around, stepped on, forgotten, and worst of all they take a showers or swim with me still on the wrist. Does it look like I can swim? I am only a piece of rubber, what do they think I can do?

So now does you see what I see? Well its Christmas morning. Sense he is a teen he probably won’t make up until noon so I have a couple of hours to relax and pray that he is different. That’s why I have the worst possible life ever!