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.
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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.
The backpack felt warm, almost like it was alive.