Hear I hang in my mistress’s closet. Oh, I am so content. Lots of these clothes were all from Aeropastle, Forever 21 (like me), Charlotte Russe, Wet Seal, Target, Walmart, Ambercrombie and a few other stores I couldn't name. I’m a black and white striped t-shirt. Apparently I was given to my mistress for Christmas, some holiday the humans who wear us celebrate.
You want to hear how I got here? Well, it started at the manufacturer. I can’t remember much. I was tagged on a conveyor belt and was off, forcing me into a box. I found myself in a store called Forever 21. I was immediately was hung up on the rack.
Sigh. I thought to myself. I see all of these people come and go. I befriended a shirt that was slung up randomly on the same rack. She didn’t have a true name. Well, none of us clothes do. She called herself Jessie. Jessie was a beautiful cotton western t-shirt (which was very in and the time). It was depressing for both of us to see other shirts get carried away. We didn’t get to go, of course, we weren’t picked. After all, it was every piece of clothes' dream to get worn and have value. We were hidden behind gorgeous glittery skirts and tops that everyone loved instead.
One day, (I didn’t know how many days I’ve been there and had stopped counting awhile ago) a girl named Macey gasped and took me off the rack and showed it to her friend who I later learned that was her cousin. Her cousin smiled in approval.
After choosing many other tops, Macey asked to use a dressing room. When it was my turn, I was tried on and I fit perfectly on her! There was a few that weren’t chosen. I felt bad for them. I mean, all clothes want to be bought and worn of course!
Long story short, I was put in luggage for awhile and then I was put under something called an airplane. It wasn’t pleasant so I’m deciding not to tell you. There wasn’t any action but bumps and darkness, but since I was with my other friends, I was fine.
So Macey took me home and hung me up in her closet. So now I’m here hanging on a hanger happily waiting to be worn. Yep, that’s my life story . . . So far!
