Once upon a time there was a paper. This paper at first was your common every day paper. It would not do much except for sit there, occasionally sing songs, and tell stories. Well this paper was very depressed because its life was so repetitive that it felt that it had no meaning. The paper was about to crumple itself up and jump into that big trash can of doom. Until, one day the teacher came along and assigned it to the class and called it a narrative. It actually had a purpose. It felt important. So the paper was assigned to each student in the class. It turns out the paper had several brothers and sisters and didn't even know it. Well, this particular paper was assigned to Ryan Johnson. Ryan took the paper home with him and actually was planning on writing it. He thought all night long about what to write about and couldn't come up with an idea. So, he decided that he would wait till the next day to write his paper. His paper was getting very upset at him because it knew it was going to be late. The paper kept bugging Ryan saying "Write me." Ryan simply thought he was hearing things because he had been up all night. On the way to class he would sing just to keep from hearing the voices saying "Write me." He finally got to class and the teacher wanted him to write a paper in class on the computers. So, he thought "Maybe if I write it the voices will stop." So, he sat down at the computer and started typing. He wrote a story about his paper.
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