Creative Writing: Stinking Bishop

My owner doesn’t want me...she never cared. I have been feeling lonely and still do. For over a month, I have been hanging in that dark and messy closet at the back of the classroom. I smell awful! Want to know how awful? I reek of all the student’s body odour after they have come inside from recess! I feel as if I am tattered, worn down, that my threads are coming undone, and my colour is fading. Actually, maybe I am already. To be honest, I actually smell like a “Stinking Bishop”. Maybe that’is why my owner no longer wants me. Who would want a smelly, depressed sweater anyway?
Finally! I can hear some footsteps stepping towards the end of the classroom. Could they be headed towards the closet? All of sudden, the closet doors swung open and