Do you know your neighbor? - grae chambers

My neighbor is dependable. Strong. Always has my back. Friend for the past three years. Oh, and my neighbor is pink. My neighbor is my backpack. I could go on and on about my love hate relationship with my backpack, but I think everyone else would like me to write about my other neighbor; my HUMAN neighbor. My human neighbor is Katie and I've known her since freshman year. I often refer to her as Katie D. because that's what Mr. Brown called her in Spanish freshman year and it kinda stuck. I know that's she's a Katy perry fan, she's really smart, and she's an intimidatingly good writer. Everytime we sit down to do an analysis essay I know her brain is always working, and I sit there staring at a blank paper wishing my thoughts could jump on to it like hers seem to. From what I can tell, Katie is much more than a good student. She's a bubbly person who's mastered the art of wit. She sits on the other side of her backpack so we don't get to talk often in class, but If we did I think we could have some great chats. In 5 years, I can see Katie being somebody's boss somewhere. She's intimidating without being cruel, and she's really well spoken. I can't say the same for my back pack.