Skyler and Minion backpack were a thing and everyone knew it. Everyone was happy for them but I wasn't.
I wanted Minion Backpack all for myself.
He was mine.
He was so sturdy and dependable.
I NEEDED him.
But I couldn't have him because he was skyler's and he belonged to her.
Everyone I knew was with a backpack. I was the only single person in my school. I felt obligated to date a backpack.
I mean nobody's ever done anything different before. It's always been backpacks and people together.
And I really liked backpacks, Minion Backpack in particular.
However I've never dated a backpack before so I didn't know how to approach one, let alone steal one from another woman.
So I wouldn't say my plan was foolproof, but I had a pretty good midea.
I was going to kiss her backpack.
His lovely yellow face.
His shining silver glasses, so he could see me in clarity.
He was going to love me!
~an hour later~
Math class.
Skyler's backpack was on the floor.
He was mine.
~to be continued~
