i am a storybook_150字

　　I am made of paper. Some parts of me are red and others are white. My owner bought me from a bookshop in town.

　　I was read by my owner for only a few days. Then he passed me to his schoolmates and told them that the stories in me were very interesting.

　　I was happy but not for long. The people who borrowed me did not take care of me. My body became dirty and my pages were all crumpled. Since then, my owner no longer wanted to lend me to his friends. Now, I am sitting high up on the shelf in my owner“s room.