My story

Well, schill wanted to read it, so here it is. I wrote this for a school assignment last year. Be kind! And kudos to whoever actually reads the whole thing.

The Chair was just an ordinary wooden chair, nothing special or wonderful about it on the outside, but on the inside, this chair could think. Yes, it could think, and watch, and wish. So I suppose that this was no ordinary wooden chair. It was a very special chair, and this is its story:
   In a factory in some far away Oriental country, where overworked and underpaid Orientals sweated day in and day out, the Chair began its existence. It began as just another piece of wood, but was cut up and crafted into a simple wooden chair, which was to be sent to America with its thousands of brothers and sisters and sold for a cheap price at a furniture store. But something happened that particular day at the factory. I'm not sure what, and no one has ever told me (and likely no one ever will). Anyway, something remarkable happened that day at the factory. Somehow, one little chair started thinking. Thinking, and seeing, and wishing. No doubt he first thought that this was not a nice place, after seeing the sweaty laborers and the mean foremen and the looming, ominous, clanking machines that had just recently gave him "life" (as much as the existence of a chair can be called life). And the Chair was likely wishing to be somewhere else.
   The Chair got his wish. He was packaged up with his many unintelligent siblings and shipped to America. He did not like the confined spaces of the shipping box in which he was confined for the journey across the Pacific. He could see nothing. He wished he was out of the box.
   The Chair got his wish. The ship arrived in America and deposited its cargo. The chairs then were taken to various furniture stores along the west coast of the USA. Chair was lucky, and was one of the first chairs to be unloaded. He was put in the backroom, and sat there, watching the other pieces of furniture, most of them far nicer than he, and wondering where he would go next, and wishing that he would be bought.
   The Chair got his wish. He was ordered by mail by a family that lived nearby. Several days after Chair arrived at the store, he was picked up, and taken home. The Family was just an ordinary family, and of course they had no idea that their chair was so special. They put Chair (and several of his siblings) at their new dinner table, and pretty much ignored him except for dinner-time, when they sat on him.
   At first, Chair was the youngest child's seat. The young girl was about four years old, and not very gentle. Pretty soon our special Chair had a whole collection of scrapes and nicks. Chair thought that the little girl was nice, and liked to watch her play with other things, but still wished that he could have someone gentler sitting on him at dinner.
   The Chair got his wish. His next occupant was the Father of the Family. Then the Mother, then Brother, then Big Sister, and then the cycle began again with Little Sister. Then one day, the Family got new chairs for their dinner table. Chair was moved to sit in the corner. There he sat, collecting dust.
   Years passed. The Chair watched the Family go about their daily business, and thought about what he saw, and wished for a change in his position.
   The Chair got his wish. Ten years after he was purchased by the Family, Brother went to college. He took the Chair with him, and sat him at his table in his apartment. There the Chair sat for four years, with his occupant changing every party, every study date that Brother had with his friends. However, the Chair despised this party life that he saw, and wished it to end.
   The Chair got his wish. After four years of college, the Brother sent the Chair back to his parents, now living alone (Little Sister was in college by now) in the old house. There the Chair stayed, watching Mother and Father (by now Grandmother and Grandfather) go about their daily lives. Ten years passed, twenty years, thirty years. The Chair was now old; deep scratches and nicks marring its surface. He was put in the bedroom, sitting there in the corner, just in case one of the old Parents needed to rest a while or sit down while pulling on their shoes. He watched as Mother and Father got older and older. He watched as ailments and diseases afflicted his owners. He felt sad at their state of (as he saw it) dis-repair. He himself was old, and commiserated with the old man and woman.
   Then one day, Father couldn't get out of bed in the morning. He was just too weak to stand. The doctor came, and said that it was s viral infection, incurable. Father had two weeks to live. Mother cried and cried, and took care of her husband as well as she could, trying to make his last days comfortable. But soon, she too was bed-ridden with the same disease, caught from her husband. The Chair watched as they slipped away, lying in the same bed, watched over by a woman from their church. The Chair thought that his owners should not die, that it wasn't fair that they must leave and he must stay. As the old man and women lay dying, the Chair thought furiously. Finally, three weeks later, both Father and Mother passed away- the same day, within hours of each other. The Chair, after much thought, came to a decision. He wished that he, too, could die.
   The Chair got his wish.