Cole Gutierrez: A Short Story

I, Cole Gutierrez, sit patiently in my chair as I wait for someone to answer my call. I have finished my homework and want to play video games with my friends. No one answers the call. Out of pure desperation I try again. I sit and listen to the all too familiar sound of a Skype call that probably won’t be answered. The call ends, and still the happy sound of the simple word hello had not graced my ears. Not willing to accept defeat I call once more. After three rings the ringing stops. I say hello and someone responds with a sound similar to a robot trying to speak. Pure joy fills my heart as I realize Ian with his horrible mic has joined the call. I say, “Ian you sound digital again!” and after a few seconds of silence Ian responds

To my dismay I realize I am just a huge metal water bottle that still cannot talk. I am a huge metal water bottle because I often can be clumsy. I sit all day next Cole’s desk waiting patiently to be picked up and drunk from. I long to emptied and refilled since I get to see the outside world and its beauties. As I am in deep thought Cole reaches down to pick me up. I glance at the clock and realize it 10:35, time for Math! I am picked up and taken outside. I see the trees, feel the sun on my face, and see the great blue sky. I enter the classroom and patiently await the next time I will see the

Why is it so dark? Why are we round? “Stop asking silly questions,” my mother says, “You are in dirt since that is where you grow, it is dark since you are underground, and you are round since you are a potato for the millionth time! “What will I be when I grow up mommy?” I ask. “If you are lucky a Mcdonald's fry,” my mother says. “But when?” I groan, but as I soon as I ask my question I get my answer. The ground begins to shake and suddenly for the first time in my life I see light. A large machine picks up my mother and I. We are moved along for a while until we end up in some sort of factory. “I am scared mom,” I say. She says, “Don’t worry, soon you will be a french fry.” After waiting we are put into a machine. We are launched through a tube and in seconds I hit a sharp object. I scream in pain as I am sliced into french fry shapes. Different chemicals are poured on me as I continue my process of becoming a french fry. I am thrown into boiling oil where I am fried until crispy. I scream as am boiled alive, but as soon as it starts it ends. As if I hadn’t gone through enough I am run through a machine and frozen solid. When I thaw I look around and see Mcdonalds workers all around me. I made I think, but I didn’t know what was to come. I am thrown into boiling oil again. After what seems like eternity I am removed from the oil but I am in so much pain I don’t even notice. I am placed in a container and walked to my doom. I am handed to a