Sweat Shirt

Authors note- This is written from the point of view of a sweat shirt.
Hello my name is Sweatshirt, I am not sweaty I am just called that for some odd reason. I am cousins with the Shirt. We where originally from the store Pro power but we arrived at Jacob’s doorstep the week before Christmas. It was long and boring wait in the drive to Jacob’s house but it well worth it. When I said it was worth it I meant when we got to Jacob’s house his mom wrapped us up in a box and putt wrapping paper on us and it was a blast.

Now we just where put under the tree and we have to wait for Christmas day for all the fun. Every now and then we would feel people shaking us guessing what is inside. I got really dizzy from all the people shaking us. My cousin the shirt who is a work out shirt that is cotton and he was on the other end of the tree and was very happy that he was going to be opened on Christmas day.

I could hear Jacob and his family coming down the stairs and ready to open all the presents.They came down and sat by the tree ready to get to opening the presents. Somebody grabbed me and set me down and then I heard the ripping of the colorful wrapping paper. Then I saw the light of the room and that’s when I saw Jacob’s face he grabbed me out of the dark box.

He grabbed me and put me right on and said he loved it. He kept me on when opening all the presents still under the tree. I like being a sweatshirt I guess. But there are some flaws like you get tossed on the ground and get shoved in bags. Like when Jacob is at wrestling practice he shoves me in that smelly old bag. But there are so many good things too. Like knowing I am sweatshirt that Jacob loves.