Jewlery Box

Authors note: Imagine what it would be like to be a jewlery box! Going on that type of journey would be fun exciting and interesting! Read the story of my Jewerly boxs journey.

I remember when I was just a pieces of wood sitting at the manufacturer but then a few days later I was made in to a box with doors and shelves and they named me jewelry so I became a Jewelry box. I was sitting on the shelves for days and days until this really nice lady and her daughter came in and took me off the shelf I had been sitting on forever and ever they set me on another counter where the mean lady that put me on the shelf had scanned me! well after that she put me in a bag and the lady walked around me to different stores for hours and hours until finally we left.

As she walked out in the cold with me it was freezing well she put in a little burrow and slammed the door shut it was dark and scary after that I heard another slam and we were moving about 10 minutes later the lady opened the door and took me out she went into her house and layed me on her bed when she started putting necklaces, bracelets, nail polish, rings, and earrings in me of course I didn't mind until she wrapped me all up in wrapping paper. Then put me right by the front door where there was definitely a draft a few hours later I felt myself be picked up again and put in a different spot it was lighter even though I could barley see through the little hole in the wrapping paper.

When we started moving again we we finally got to our destination I heard the door open and felt myself being picked up again when we went in I heard laughter and alot of people.  The little I could see I was placed under a tree after all that craziness I finally got some sleep when about an hour later I felt myself be picked up yet another time and this time a  girl started ripping open my wrapping paper. she looked very surprised when she saw me she started opening my drawers and saw all the Jewelry the other lady had put inside me now it has been about almost 2 weeks and I sit here in my unorganized home. Isabelle's dresser.