Biography: My Lost Bracelet
I don’t know how I got down here, or where exactly “here”
is. I fell so quickly and without any warning there was nothing I could do
about it. It’s been months of darkness and I don’t know if I’ll ever be found.
I think I’m in a car because day in and day out I hear the engine start, and if
I’m correct I know I’ll never be found. I’m a gold shiny bracelet, I can’t be
that hard to miss? I’m a beautiful rosary and I was used to pray every day; I don’t
deserve to be treated like this! Maybe if she would just try to look a little harder,
she would be able to find me underneath all these clothes. Before I was down
here, I was always complimented for my beauty and daintiness. I hope I'm found soon!
A gold bracelet, but unfortunately not my gold bracelet
(Piqsels)
Author’s note:
For my biography I wrote about an object I lost. I wrote
from the point of view of my bracelet that I used to wear daily until I lost it.
I wanted to write from the objects point of view because I thought it would be
more entertaining and a bit different than the writing style I usually do. Obviously, I really loved this bracelet and I miss it very much. I’m
pretty sure it fell off in my car, but my car is always filled with clothes or
trash so I haven’t tried to find it. After writing this I am feeling motivated
to clean out my car and find it though haha.
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