Connie's POV
So, I have this pet clownfish. Or, let me rephrase that--it was my stepsister's.
Her name is Clare. She wasn't a very nice person. Very demanding, bossy...and the list goes. My mother, gave up on her rudeness--at least I would say--and wouldn't talk to her unless she needed to. It was fine with me until Clare made me do everything for her.
This is, I guess important because when I was 4 or 5 years old--currently 7 now--, I found out Clare had a new pet. I was really jealous. Even though I had no idea what type of fish it was. So, I walked over to her room to glance at the living thing.
It looked familiar...real familiar. It looked like Nemo from that Disney and Pixar film!
Though, why was Nemo out of the fish tank? So, to fix the situation, I grabbed the movie disc downstairs and jammed the orange and white fish through the hole. Of course with the disc. I never touched the fish itself. I remembered it was like going to sting me if I did.
I was mad all because I didn't fit in. So, scratch that plan. I carried the disc downstairs and hid it away in the drawers for all the other discs.
It smelt like fish for awhile.
:/
