Assignment 12 - Kenna Miller

Kenna and I have been best friends ever since she was a year old. She calls me Teddy Marshall and hugs me when she's sad. There's a dent on my head where I'm missing fur because she always puts her top lip there when she hugs me. She takes me to different places so she can sleep, so these two weeks I'll be going to London, Paris, and Amsterdam. Once we get to the airport, she places me onto the top of her luggage and zips up the bag. Wow it's really dark in here..... she usually packs me in her carry-on bag, so why am I here? Kenna probably has other things to keep on her that take up more space. Suddenly, the bag gets picked up, and I'm tossed around inside. This is not the life I'd like to live. After a few minutes, everything shakes again, but now it's really cold. I wish someone would turn off that overhead AC! I wait for takeoff, expecting Kenna to open the bag, but she never comes. I wait, I wait, and I wait, but still, nothing happens. I lose track of time. After what seemed like days of being a prisoner of the darkness, the bag moves and it's even colder this time.  Once I peep my head out, the sky is black and it's raining. Where am I? Then I begin to hear the voices: not Kenna, not Barbara, not Heath. Someone again picks me up, tossing Kenna's clothes and I all around. Then, it stops and I continue to wait, for days now. I hope I see her soon....


I almost lost my Teddy bear since I spent the night in Newark but our bags already went to London and I freaked out because I left Teddy in that bag. Never again......