The Life of The Lincoln Log

Free writing: Lincoln Log

My name is Lincoln Log. I am all alone. Who will come and save me. I am so high up. I am on a catwalk.  Why am I here? People are walking by; they have backpacks. A person is coming, but she doesn't have any backpacks like the other people. Who is this person? Why is she here? She is picking me up. Where is she taking me? She is swinging me back and forth. I am getting dizzy . She is showing me to everyone she meets. What is she talking about? They are going to write about me! I am going to be a star. This is so much fun. I can't think; I am stuck. They are typing forever. The tic-tack of the keys are surrounding me. This is interesting. What are they writing about? Is it funny or sad? Will I ever know what they write?  The typing is slowing down . I wonder if the stories will make me laugh. This will be interesting. We are laughing because the teacher is telling a joke. I am sitting on her deck.The girl is wearing her sister's boots today. I like how they sparkle in the light. I can hear people hitting the backspace button. The teacher said to not hit it, so it is funny when people hit it on accident. Will the timer ever go off? This is getting harder by the second. I wonder how everyone is doing. Some people are typing at a slow pace compared to everyone in the room. I am a called a light brown Lincoln Log. I hope someday I will be used again to make a beautiful house.