I have been kept in a room with my own desk.
I'm covered with dust. She no longer comes in and uses me like she did.
It's been a long time since my ink has been used and keys have been pressed.
I hear footsteps that are lighter than normal echoing coming towards my door.
The door knob twisted and the door creaks open.
A little girl that looks like my owner walks in and spots me on my desk.
She walks closer into the door and glances around. She has reddish blonde hair.
She wears glasses and has a plaid shirt.
Her jeans looks worn out like hand me downs.
She is pale white like the kitten snowball wondering around.
I got so excited.She spots me and walks closer. She blows the dust off my keys and presses on them. They start dinging.It kind of hurts when she does but it feels good at the same time. It has been a while since I felt this way. I peek out the door and saw her but older. She doesn't look as good as she did. She looks sick and tired.Her hair is shiny grey looking. Her eyes green eyes look gloomy and droopy.
I'm covered with dust. She no longer comes in and uses me like she did.
It's been a long time since my ink has been used and keys have been pressed.
I hear footsteps that are lighter than normal echoing coming towards my door.
The door knob twisted and the door creaks open.
A little girl that looks like my owner walks in and spots me on my desk.
She walks closer into the door and glances around. She has reddish blonde hair.
She wears glasses and has a plaid shirt.
Her jeans looks worn out like hand me downs.
She is pale white like the kitten snowball wondering around.
