Autobiography of a book

A few sheets of paper were put together and bound hard to create me. I was called a non-fiction reader written by an author called, Ewaw Databus. Wierd name !

The Barnes and Nobles bookstore showcased me. I was sold to a child called Elizabeth, who loved dolls and looked like one herself with her long lashes, Alice blue eyes, perfect gold curls and pearl like white teeth always in a merry smile.

But Eliza wasn't as kind and cheery and pretty as her outside was. She ripped off my cover once, in one of her rages. I looked terrible, and I still feel the pain when I think about that. Her mother put me in a second-hand shop after that incident.

One girl who was pretty, but poor, bought me and treated me with a lot of care. I loved her. She even renovated me using a cello tape ! But soon after, she sadly died of bone cancer. The whole house yearned for her. Me too!

Well, after that a mouse kidnapped me , and cut me into little pieces with his razor sharp teeth. There is just barely enough of me to narrate this tale!

HE IS GOING TO KILL ME !!