The things I carry

      The things I carry are simple, I carry what most girls my age this generation carries. I carry a relatively small, brown and tan over the shoulder bag with rips in three different places- a Christmas gift from my aunt. 
      In that bag I carry my cell phone, which is thought to be my entire life by my mother and step-father. The phone itself isn't what's most precious to me, but it's everything on it and everything I can do with it that make it so that I clench to it everywhere I go. My phone contains phone numbers of people who I may or may not be close with, people I have forgotten about and people who've forgotten about me. It carries text messages, memories and laughs between friends on late summer nights as well as complaints about school work at 2 am. It connects to the internet, which connects to the world, allowing me to communicate with family and friends 6,979 miles away, all the way on the other side of the world in China. On that phone also contains thousands of songs, a wide variety anywhere from La Dispute to Justin Bieber to EXO, for when I need a little downtime and just escape into the world of music, or to blast while making memories laughing the day away.
        In that over the shoulder bag I carry another small green bag filled with little things that seems essentials to every teenage-high-school-girl. It is filled with all kinds of different make-ups; mascara, eye liner, concealer, foundation, primer, chap stick, lip gloss, lip stick, eye shadow, blush..... Everything that makes me half-decent looking, and masks my face into something I can accept. On the outer pouch of that bag carries even more beauty products, products like a hair brush, a couple hair ties and bobby pins, and sometimes ear rings. It still amazes me to this day how such a small bag can fit so much stuff, despite the size of the bag, it's heavy for how small it is, weighing somewhere around 2-3 pounds.
       Also in that bag, I carry my wallet, a royal blue Calvin Klein zip up wallet.  In it there's a couple bills, a couple gift cards, memberships to various places, my debit card, and all kinds of different IDs. In it I also carry around a picture of me with both of my parents when I was around 5 years old, probably the only picture of all three of us in the same shot; sometimes I pull it out to look at whenever I feel down and need something to cheer me up, it always does.
      A few random things also lay scattered around the bottomless mess I call my bag. Things like a packet of gum, random wrappers, my phone charger, a pen and sun glasses if it's a cloudless day. The things I carry are normal, they're messy, scattered, but I can always find what I am looking the moment I need it; the things makes up who I am, the things I carry, are parts of me.