A Secret Loss

So I didn't really feel like writing about some boring topic, so instead I wrote a flash-fiction. Here we go.

                                               A Secret Loss

     Brown. The color of my all-time favorite teddy bear. His name was Mr.Brown-I know real original, but hey I was 5. I had Mr. Brown from the time I was five to when I turned 10.

   Everyday I would get picked up at the carpool line, and my mom would ask me how my day was, who I sat with at lunch, did I have any quizzes or tests, if not did I get any back, and did I have a fun day at school? I hated those thirty minute car rides, they were pure agony. All I wanted to do was sit there and listen to my music but sadly I couldn’t.

   When I got home I was greeted by Mr. Brown. He always said, “Hello, how was your day at school?” and I would reply with “good. How were the animals today?”  Mr. Brown sat in the special “study corner” of my room.. I had a little desk, pencils, some pens, loose leaf paper, a little chair and Mr.Brown. I never once sat on that pink and purple chair, always preferring to sit on the comfy brown plush. When school ended I would be sad that I had to leave my friends but then I would remember how Mr.Brown was waiting for me at home. Until one day he wasn’t.

   I had just entered the 4^th grade, and my mom thought I was getting too old for Mr.Brown. So one day when she made a stop to Goodwill, she made a giant, brown, fluffy donation. I didn’t talk to her for a week.