Respuesta :
Lonely, there I sat, on the dusty shelves to the back of the store. Watching all of my friends being bought, thousands of customers walking by me a day. I feel trapped in a never ending cycle. Will I ever be bought? Watching all of the store being cleared out except me makes me question why my manufacturer even made me. Was I meant to be alone? (It’s not that good but yeah)
Answer:
Ok
Explanation:
I feel hurt. I wonder why nobody wants to pick me, the red sweater. This makes me feel sad, and heart broken. Why do they want the other sweaters? There the same material as me, there shaped as me. What makes them better. I'm furious, there's no reason for them not to pick me! Oh, I see, it's because there a different color. What's so bad about the color red? There's nothing wrong with me. So why not me?