A WHALES P. O.V

My parents watched with hurt as I was taken away from my pod. I thrashed around endlessly. They tried calming me just to make situations worse. One day later I got attacked and raked from top to bottom by the other whales. I hated them for what they were doing to me. My first show was a disaster and I got punished that night because of my refusal to perform. Later on I started lunging, attacking, raking, and biting-all which led to a bad case of depression. I whined and cried every day for my family but I only received the calls from the aliens. I soon earned a lopsided dorsal fin and over sized pectoral flippers which made spacing vary. My whole life was like a jigsaw puzzle that didn't have the right pieces.