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One afternoon after school, I was the last person on the bus. As I stood up to leave, I noticed something strange. A black backpack sitting on the empty seat beside me. It didn’t belong to anyone I knew. “Maybe someone forgot it,” I thought. But when I picked it up, something felt… different. …

One afternoon after school, I was the last person on the bus. As I stood up to leave, I noticed something strange. A black backpack sitting on the empty seat beside me. It didn’t belong to anyone I knew. “Maybe someone forgot it,” I thought. But when I picked it up, something felt… different. The backpack felt warm, almost like it was alive.