I was thrown around in the plastic bag. The only thing I could see was padding, it's gentle grip softening the atmostphere.
Finally, I saw the light. Or, the fake light. It shone through the open box lid. I gasped for a breath and frantically swam about. What was going to happen to me?
As a large person picked up my bag, I noticed a big, 5-gallon tank sitting on the shelf.
I thought to myself, as a small girl ran into the room.
"He's here!" I heard her laugh. A smooth flow, as comforting as a warm embrace, flowed through me. I swam slower, but never ceased my restless swim.
"Okay, honey, put him in his five gallon!" The man said, his voice caring and kind. I saw the girl nod, her eyes twinkling.
"Don't worry, you're gonna be happy in your five gallon!"
I nodded my head, energy running through my small body. I began to swim faster, filled with exitement.
It's two years later now. I remember when the little girl safely transferred me into my five gallon. I live happily.
She bought me as a fry, so I still have long to live. The girl is 12 now, and she doesn't care for me any less - in fact, it seems as if she cares for me more!
But, she looks worried a lot. Her father is constantly talking on the phone, and sometimes I see tears prick at her eyes. These days deeply sadden me, as I have come to love Andrea, the little girl who loves me.
Andrea's mother also looks sad, and you will never see her without a calculator by her side. She is always counting numbers.
I feel that something is wrong. My life may not stay happy forever... I can feel it coming.