What am I poem

I Am Made From Trees

You can roll me up

I feel smooth

you can draw on me

I'm not in a book

I've always been in the class

you can rip me

you can curl me

you might use me to write on

you can cut me

you can scrunch me

I'm flat

and mainly white

I'm blank

I can stand up

you can't eat me

people draw pictures on me

WHAT AM I?

-By Rico