People laugh. They laugh at me just because they don’t understand. They don’t understand why I talk to my backpack. Why I feed my backpack. Why I never let anyone take my backpack. The teachers make it seem like they get it, but I know they’re talking about me behind my back. They just don’t. I deliver, they feed. They’re not things! They are people! What is wrong with you?! You’re just like the rest. You don’t get it, so you mock me. You mock them. They are not things! They are just like you and me! PEOPLE! They are people! Why don’t you understand? They feed. On humans. That’s them. … Nothing. No.