I was given away. My original owner tired of me. I miss them, but I suppose not everything will last. They put me in a garbage bag with other things - old shoes, clothes, a couple of hats, some old books...other things they decided to part with. I sat there in the darkness of the bag, I was crying but they couldn't tell.
It's hard...so very hard...to feel unwanted.
I was taken to a thrift store with the other things they decided to get rid of. I felt them drop the bag there, speaking a few times with the workers at the store. Then I heard the car door close. That was the last time I ever heard their voice.
I was taken in, dumped out of the bag. The things were sorted, including me. I saw others, some were crying, others were badly injured. A few were glad to move on.
They cleaned me and stapled a price tag onto my ear. $1.99...that is my worth. I was worth so much more when they first bought me brand new. I guess that's the price of something used and abandoned.
They took me and some of the others inside the store. They placed me on a shelf, where many others were at. They were much more hopeful than those in the back area - they believed that any day could be their day to be adopted. One by one, I saw people walk by, a few looked at me, but were more interested in someone else. I watched the others picked up and placed into a shopping cart. I watched them as they were taken away to their new lives.
I let out a sigh, thinking about what things would be like, wondering if and when I'd be adopted. I had the same fear as the others with me, that I may be rejected, that I may be thrown away. I was thankful that my previous owners gave me this chance, but it was only a chance, not a guarantee.
Moments passed. I had begun to lose my hope when you came along. You looked at me for just a moment, and that was all it took. You picked me up, petted me, smiled at me. And then you put me into your cart.
Letters to Santa are written every year. Some of us did this as kids, some of us still do, whether we still be kids or not.
Santa may receive these wishes of what we desire for Christmas, but it is not he who creates these gifts.
It is the elves.
Send in your wishes of what you want this year, and this volunteer elf will do her best to make them come true!
I just thought that I would share some of my story, dragon clan with you guys. Its going to be great! This story is about a clan of dragons, fighting agiainst the wolves of Nor. The main character, Raven, plans to save her clans' dragons from the bloody claws of the wolves. She finds ways to make peace, within her clan and on the outside. On her travels, many lives are lost, but in the end they remain in peace. I think that its going to be great. I wonder if you guys will too. Here go's...
So I decided if I didn't blog now I would probably not blog at all for a while, so if the pictures are crappy it's because I'm being too lazy to color.
