Study Books

In the winter it stays in my bag,
It's very snug while I'm playing laser tag.
Everyday in summer it's flopping around,
The next minute you know it's on the ground.
It goes on a rollercoaster every time the teacher flips its pages,
When it doesn't get any attention it rages.
Every time it gets tossed in the cupboard it flies like a ballerina.

But when it goes in the drawer
it screams
at my doll
named Angelina.
I feel proud when I look at the words in its page,
The next time I open it I will not have any regrets.
It leaves me feeling on top of the world writing in my study books.