The Broken Chair

Snap! My leg broke off of my hip. I had never felt so much pain before. I had felt weight, for sure. Big kids, little kids, piles of books and papers and files and assignments. I've felt it all. All, except for a broken leg. I couldn't even fathom what to do. I had lost an enormous part of me. I needed four legs. I now had three. Never have I seen so much stress on my body. Never have I seen such a tragedy happen to me. 

My leg is broken. My life is broken. I am the broken chair.

I am lifted from my crippled position, conversation buzzing around me. Everyone talked on how worthless I am. "A broken chair, such a worthless piece of crap" or "Bro! We broke the chair! Crab Rave!"

My leg is broken. My life is broken. I am the broken chair.

As the students grab my severed limb, I wonder what they were thinking when they broke me. They stacked me onto of other chairs. They were building a pyramid. I wonder if the Egyptians knew that their pyramids would inspire kids to ruin their precious educational resources. The teacher concurred with the students; I was a broken chair. No worth in keeping me. Celebrations started down the hallway to honor my breaking. Not honor, but rather joy. They were happy. I am paraded first. Then, my beloved fourth leg was hailed behind me. Oh, my poor leg. 

My leg is broken. My life is broken. I am the broken chair.