It was jagging me. I felt like I was coming loose, and I slipped off the rafter and fell way down. After that day I knew not to expect to have fun the next time they chose me from the bin. Locker doors open, and kids get their books for the morning classes. I'm a social studies book.
First period is English, and it is so boring.
Johnny sleeps during class too, but sometimes I listen. If I could take a test like Johnny, I bet I could do better than he. Oh, there goes the bell. Since I'm the biggest book that Johnny has, I am on the bottom of the pile when he carries us. I just have to get squashed.