An Autobiography of a Storybook
Hello, I am a book named ‘Story’ and today, I am going to tell you my story.
Before I was born, I was merely scribbles of notes held in a neat folder. One day, I was brought to a post office and sent to a publisher. After the publisher read me, he put me into his leather bag and drove to a factory. The ride was horrible. It was bumpy and I was being squashed among his other possessions.
By the time we arrived, I was already out of breath. He then took me inside a printer, where I was printed into other copies. After that, I was transformed into some smooth and thin papers, straightened and tied together. Soon, I was put onto a bookshelf in a bookshop and a girl took me to her home.
The tall and fat version of me is now wearing a leather coat and a long brown belt with a golden buckle, living on top of a tall wooden bookshelf in my owner's home. Every night, I was taken down and read by my owner.
Over time, I have made friend with Mr. Light and Miss Bookmark. I often chat with them when my owner goes to school. Sometimes, I talk with them about my wonders, such as what will happen to me when my owner grows up? Will I be sent to a book donation center? Or will she keep me for her next generation? I don't know, but for now, I am happy where I am, bringing my owner to a new chapter of stories every night with twists, showing her a world of fantasy, all without taking a single step. Do you like my story?