My chair

This is about my "chair" as inspired by "The Chair Carrier. " Obviously, it sucks compared to everyone else's in the class.

My chair is best held by one person. It is light, almost as if it had wheels of its own and I just pushing it along. It comes with cupholders and a level-adjustment, as well as straps on the back so I can carry it as a backpack. I was born with stronger support than most other people. As I carry this chair along, I often find myself stumbling over my own feet, though I quickly get back up. As I walk along with my chair, I normally find myself at a fork in the road, and many days pass while I decide which way to go next, then I find myself at another intersection, like a tree carrying an endless supply or branches. The longer I carry this chair, the easier it is to carry, though at one point I know it will start to grow and enlarge in size, mass, and weight. Although it’s easy to carry, others, mostly my sibling, often walk in my way carrying their chairs and slow me down. When this happens, I just stop and wait until I can move again, and continue to carry my chair. My medium-sized, bland chair.