[ WP ] Write a story from the point of view of an inanimate object

First day of departure. I can tell this human has no idea what he's doing, because I'm sure he'll be laughed at if anyone sees him carrying me like I'm some pet of his. I hardly feel sorry for him, he's only bringing this upon himself. He brought me home, hugged me and tucked me in my own little bed. I suppose I should thank him for the warm blankets in the morning. Whatever, I guess it's bed time. 
 
 It's been a few days I've been with this punk. He brings me everywhere and shows me off to everyone like I'm special, though I'd love to show him my several thousand clones and show how wrong and stupid he is. He even brought me to this place called'School', and like I said, the others all laughed at him. 
 
 Another day at school, and today some random loser decided to tug me away from my owner and hold me for ransom like some helpless hostage. Ugh, if only I could muster the ability to turn around and slap his smug grin off his ugly little face. And when was the last time this kid took a shower? He stinks like those eggs that fell on me the other day. 
 
 I've been in this random treasure trunk for five years now. Five. Boring. Uneventful years. I think I remember the trunk moving around a couple years ago, but it's all but stopped. I have no idea where I am, or where my master is. Maybe he's gone forever. Serves him right, should n't have been walking around with something so childish like me. 
 
 Ten years... *ten years*. I'm still in this trunk, and I felt it jumble around today. I've been collecting dust for this whole time, and I'm just grateful I do n't need to breathe. I heard some voices outside for the first time in... I do n't know how long. I think it was something about a sale, but it does n't seem like I'll be moving out of this trunk still. I wonder if they still know I'm in here. 
 
 Freedom! Or at least, open space! I was brought out of the trunk today and set up on a table outside. It was a bright and sunny day, the grass was green, it was a breath of fresh air! Although I could n't breathe, it was nice to be rid of that dusty old trunk and be cleaned for once. I think I saw my old punk owner, but he looked so much bigger, kinda sad looking fella now. 
 
 Second day of being outside. Lots of people walking around looking at the different things beside me. I do n't know what they are exactly, but I do n't think you're supposed to expect much from a brain made of fluff. Some little girl walked up to me and picked me up. I do n't know why she'd ever want something like me, especially with this exaggerated smile on my face all the time, but... the way she hugged me, it reminded me of that time all those years ago. Maybe these punks were n't so bad after all... 
 
 Okay, so the girl took me home with her. Not a very nice place I might add, and her blankets are a bit scratchy, but I should n't complain. It's much better than that dusty trunk. The girl loves playing with me. We drink tea, go outside and play hide and seek or jump in rain puddles. She also cries a lot, and always comes to me like I can offer my support somehow. I do n't know what's wrong with this kid. She tells me she wishes she had more friends like me, or that her family could buy enough food so she can eat. I sometimes wish I could really offer her some tea like she always pretends I do. 
 
 A couple of weeks have gone by. The girl takes me everywhere with her now. We were playing at the park when some big guy came up to us and asked to see me, no idea why. The girl refused, clutching me tightly, which thankfully did n't hurt too much. The man offered to pay money to see me then, and she still refused, even running back to her house, which was just across the street, and hiding in her room. There was a knock on the door, and the girl's parents answered. They came in and looked at me and the girl, then offered to take us on a short trip. 
 
 We went to this really big and tall white building with a lot of people in it. The people wore really weird clothing, and lots of them were lying in beds in different rooms. The man who wanted me earlier brought us into a room where a little bald boy laid on a bed, sleeping. I did n't know who he was or what he was doing here, but the man wanted to give me to him. My clones were apparently no longer available in stores, so he could n't find any more of me, saying that his son used to have one of me before but lost it and he was willing to pay a lot of money for me. The parents talked to the girl for a little while, saying they really needed to give me away now. I did n't want to stay here, because it smelled weird, but the girl gave me a really tight hug, apologized to me and handed me to the big man. He thanked her a lot and put me beside the boy. I hope I do n't have to stay here too long. 
 
 Edit because my own grammatical errors irk me inconsequentially or something like that. Really I just felt like using the word'inconsequentially', but I did have to fix a thing or two.
