We were once peaceful and happy in our big ocean. Nothing was more perfect than what we had. My beloved best friend in the whole world was a watermelon; I was a lobster. My best friend, the watermelon, ended up inside of the ocean because a lonely human dropped her into the water from a bridge. My lobster family abandoned me when I was born out of my egg.
Watermelon and I met inside of the seaweed forest, where both of us felt so sad. We were both very alone, and we had nobody to express our problems away to. Now that I think back on it, the way we felt was just an overreaction.
In the present day, my best friend Watermelon and I were giggling about fish gossip very happily until some lobster hunters collected me with their dirty net.
As the boat sped away with me in it, Watermelon could only hopelessly watch, for Watermelon could only roll, for she did not have legs.
However, even when Watermelon rolled as fast as she could, the water pressure kept slowing her down. So me, the lobster, ended up in Ratatouille's restaurant's kitchen. I was going to be cooked and boiled until I grabbed onto a nearby pot with my claws.
Quickly and suddenly, I yeeted myself onto the floor, then proceeded to grab onto bacteria to get to the kitchen exit. As I was passing through the dining area, people were absolutely terrified. My claws were starting to strain and they felt like they would snap off any minute- just like a barbie doll.
Eventually, all of this hard, painful, work lead me to the beach. There, next to the water, I saw my best friend, Watermelon, once again.
However, to my dismay, she was being gobbled up by the local 7-Eleven homeless kid.
His name was Timmie.
I was infuriated and wildly ripped his mouth off so he would stop chewing my Watermelon. I then angrily clawed at his throat so he would spit out all of my best friend.
Soon, the 7-Eleven homeless kid, Timmie, dashed away to a different 7-Eleven.
Now, sobbing together, Watermelon only had the strength to speak. "I'm so sorry," she said to me. "It is not, and will never be your fault." My love whispered with a quivering voice.
"No! Please do not separate from me once more!" I cried.
Watermelon just shook her remaining body parts helplessly.
Soon, not too long after, the sand from the beach sucked all of her up into the ground. With teary eyes, I whispered, "At least I would be the last thing you see."
With that, out of depression, I faded away next to you.
The End.
