Chapter 3:
What's happening, where I am I going? The hands place me on a flat surface. "That'll be 5.00$" mam, I hear a strange voice say. "Here" another strange voice responds. After that I am placed into a white bag. Great, the first time I am free of my never ending hell of nothing. And my first great view of the outside world is: NOTHING, literally I can't see anything through this stupid bag. Is my life a joke or something to these people! Now being lazily carried around by this person, who I assume is a woman. I am now free of the empty life I had before, at least that's what I hope.
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Piñata
RandomThis story is written by my friend who does not have wattpad yet. See from the perspective of a lonely piñata about to meet the final days of their life... And watch in horror as it meets it ultimate demise.
