I was a fish. Yep, was a fish.
The ocean was my home. I would swim with my family and friends everyday.
My mother and father were eaten by a bigger fish when I was young.
My best friend and I would swim side by side each day.
We didn't have names, none of us did, because we were fish.
One day, we were swimming with some of the bigger fish that were peaceful.
They were going with the current when all the sudden they turned and all the big fish started frantically swimming different directions.
"What's going on?!" I screamed.
"Hang on!" My best friend yelled, grabbing my fin.
We held on to each other's fins as we were thrust around by the bigger fish.
"A net!" They screamed.
"No..." I whispered.
"Find an exit!" My best friend screamed, letting go of my fin.
"Follow me!" She yelled swimming through the big fish.
I never saw her again.
The next thing I knew I was raised above water, a fish's worst nightmare.
I was laying in between some big fish, unable to move.
"Is this the end?!" I cried.
All the fish were crying as the scorching hot sun hit us.
The net released us onto a wooden deck and all the fish were flopping, trying to breathe.
"I'm too young to die!" I cried.
The big fish stopped flopping, and layed there struggling to breathe.
"Don't cry little one, they'll probably throw you back in the ocean." A big fish said.
"Y-you think so?" I asked.
"These people are called fishermen. They only want us." He said.
"Oh..." I replied.
And sure enough, as a fisherman walked through, examining all the fish, he picked me up.
"How could you?! You ruined my life!" I screamed, but he ignored me.
He was about to throw me in the ocean, when I bit his thumb so hard I drew blood.
He screamed and dropped his hold on me, but I held on.
I bit him so hard and licked the blood, then fell into the ocean below.
I started to sink down farther as I caught my breath. "Hello...?" I asked.
It was silent, there was no current. All was still. This is not good....
