THUMP. THUMP. THUMP. THUMP. THUMP.

That is what I hear all day. Every single day. The day I was taken out of my box was the best day of my life! I glowed like the sun. I felt so beautiful and special, but it was very short lived. After about two minutes, I was put into a home. For years, I have hung here, just carried along wherever my owner takes me. While I love this soft, leathery home, I want to explore the world! I’ve heard other flashlights talk about the places they’ve seen, the people they’ve busted. I hang here listening wishing I had something to share…

Then one day, my owner got into the police car. I knew we were here because it had a stench of donuts and cigarettes. I could hear the car driving fas. I could hear the sirens howling. I started to get excited. “This could be the day!!” I thought to myself. Suddenly the car stopped and we got out. My owner began running and we were going fast. Then, I felt a tug on my feet. Slowly I lifted out of my cozy home. My owners hands were warm, sweaty, clammy, but I didn’t care. I was going to be used! I would finally have a story to tell! My owner flips my switch and on comes my light. What I saw was unimaginable…