Have you ever wondered how it would feel to be beautiful. Same. What if something out of the ordinary happens and you wake up as a fish. Not any fish. A betta fish. Elegant, fierce. 'Their life must be perfect' that's what you thought, right? Wrong...
Ordinary life. Ordinary face. Ordinary person. That's how most people describe me. Even if most of those people don't know me. They still think I'm plain and simple. I mean, how else would you describe a person with average grades, few friends who are too paranoid to do bad.
I'm a high schooler, in my senior year. School is hell. That's how people see school, right? A time waster. A place where people who have troubles let their anger out on the weak. For me? Ehh. I don't really have an opinion except an escape from my abusive parents and siblings who make me feel worse about my looks.
To be honest, the only happiness in my life is the little creature that stays hidden in my room. The animal is beautiful, in my opinion.
'What is this being?' You might have ask your self. Well my happiness is none other than a betta fish. I call it Hope. Hope being small, no bigger than my pinkie finger.
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(This is your betta fish but imagine it with tears in its fins)
Hope is my betta fish that I may or may have not stole from walmart. I had to though. Hope was close to death. Of coarse, when I was 'gifted' the fish I was also 'given' a small one gallon tank with small rocks and betta flake.
Under my care, Hope soon grew healthier than when he was at Walmart. But, I had to keep him secret for many reasons. If my my parents found out about the animal, they would force me to flush the fish. Or the possibility of my siblings finding out then they would most likely keep it secret, but make me do their dirty work in return.
