Maggie-Personal Narrative

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I was hanging limply off the side of my owner's bed, staring into a mirror with stickers covering the border. My owner, Maggie was sleeping next to me barely holding with her arm around my hand leaving the rest of my body to dangle over the edge of the bed. In the mirror I could see myself, a teal teddy bear with a pink bow my head. My fur is not as soft as it used to be, now it is matted down and disheveled. My owner Maggie has curly blonde hair and big blue eyes, and as Maggie pulled me closer I know it's time to start another day. Maggie got out of bed while I was still in her arm. She rubbed her eyes but suddenly stopped I heard her gasp then she started running, out her door and threw the whole way. At first I was confused but then I remembered it was Christmas day! Maggie ran down the stairs and into the …show more content…

She looked down at me with love in her eyes. Then suddenly without any warning at all Maggie came over and jealously ripped me from her loving arms. The warmth i once felt is know replaced with a sore unstitched arm and confusion. Maggie is as confused and upset as I am she started yelling nonsense at Lucy and running up the stairs I look down and see Lucy staring straight at me with tears in her eyes.Maggie runs me into her room and heartlessly Tossed me onto the bed and she runs out of the bedroom and slams the door on the way out. I slowly tumble off the side of the bed my face falls flat on the floor so I can't see anything but the Redwood floor. I hear footsteps coming to the door, I know it is Maggie. In the act of walking in, I recognized that loving tone of that familiar voice, but instead of being picked I feel a thump against my side, and then I was being hoisted up into the air by Maggie. As she looks at me she realizes that someone might have a greater need for

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