A Day In The Life Of A School Bag Story 
A Day In The Life Of A School Bag
It was a typical (ordinary) school day and I was being packed with my heavy load. I had different compartments. Inside in you could find books, pencils, erasers, rulers, dictionary, Atlas of Belize, some coins and other stuff (things). My zips were closed and I was lifted off the ground. It was time to go to school.
I was being tossed (flipped, swung) around. I kept bumping into something hard. Soon I felt myself being lifted up again. ‘We were at school.’ I thought to myself. I was being carried up a hill towards the classroom. Even though I have never seen it I was so used to the route/everyday activities. I have been travelling on it for seven years. I felt myself being pushed into a cupboard or something like that. I knew I had to wait in this squashy/filthy, messy, dirty hole till four o’clock. Hours came and went. I felt books being put into me and taken out throughout the long, busy/dragging day.
Not again! I felt water seeping in to the books and dampening/wetting my spirit. It was the worst thing that could happen at that time of day. I knew I had to have the worst punishment for something that the evil water bottle did. It never gets any punishments! It’s not fair!
A few hours later I was worried I might be ripped apart when I was being forcefully pulled out of the cupboard like a thing and lifted up onto my owner’s shoulders. At least he doesn’t carry me on one shoulder like my previous owner did. It must be four o’clock. I was ready to get a ride on my owner’s bicycle. I enjoyed the ride as we went down the hill. I was being lowered into the back seat. The bumpy ride started and a few minutes later it ended.
I was at home and being released of my load, but I knew I was going to be put outside because I was soaked. As I was drying in the sun I knew already that my faded colours were going to fade (vanish, disappear) even more. I was being picked up and carried through the house. I was roughly flung (thrown, swung)
It was a typical (ordinary) school day and I was being packed with my heavy load. I had different compartments. Inside in you could find books, pencils, erasers, rulers, dictionary, Atlas of Belize, some coins and other stuff (things). My zips were closed and I was lifted off the ground. It was time to go to school.
I was being tossed (flipped, swung) around. I kept bumping into something hard. Soon I felt myself being lifted up again. ‘We were at school.’ I thought to myself. I was being carried up a hill towards the classroom. Even though I have never seen it I was so used to the route/everyday activities. I have been travelling on it for seven years. I felt myself being pushed into a cupboard or something like that. I knew I had to wait in this squashy/filthy, messy, dirty hole till four o’clock. Hours came and went. I felt books being put into me and taken out throughout the long, busy/dragging day.
Not again! I felt water seeping in to the books and dampening/wetting my spirit. It was the worst thing that could happen at that time of day. I knew I had to have the worst punishment for something that the evil water bottle did. It never gets any punishments! It’s not fair!
A few hours later I was worried I might be ripped apart when I was being forcefully pulled out of the cupboard like a thing and lifted up onto my owner’s shoulders. At least he doesn’t carry me on one shoulder like my previous owner did. It must be four o’clock. I was ready to get a ride on my owner’s bicycle. I enjoyed the ride as we went down the hill. I was being lowered into the back seat. The bumpy ride started and a few minutes later it ended.
I was at home and being released of my load, but I knew I was going to be put outside because I was soaked. As I was drying in the sun I knew already that my faded colours were going to fade (vanish, disappear) even more. I was being picked up and carried through the house. I was roughly flung (thrown, swung)