My friend had English homework to write about a fridge. It inspired me to write my own – enjoy!
DAY ONE: If you're looking for a new one, why not buy me? I'm a brilliant addition to family life and I'm on offer!
The family walk away.
As you can see, I'm trying to get brought but it isn't working very well.
DAY 35: I made some friends. One is called Jerry and is the next model up from me but you wouldn't tell from his personality! He is so funny!
DAY 36: Jerry was brought. I'm now left next to an arrogant top of the range model. I hope he get's brought.
DAY 365: It's been a year and Mr. Arrogant still hasn't been brought. However, my other next door neighbour is very nice so I have someone to talk to while hopeful owners study each of us critically. They almost always go for product 556. No-one can hate him though; every version of him is as nice as the previous one.
DAY 730: After hanging around in this lousy shop for 2 years, I've finally been brought! These two men in lab coats came in wearing lab coats and writing stuff on clipboards. They loaded me and some of my fellow friends into a lorry and took us to a lovely suburban area.
The only problem is everyone seems to be frozen in time... I was packed with food but no-one seems to be interested and is just sitting in front of the TV! It's been 5 days and they haven't moved – maybe they died...
DAY 735: At last! Some movement outside! I watch as a man walks in looking distraught. "Hello? Hello?" He shouts. I wonder if the family can hear him. He tests the tap – probably thirsty but nothing comes out. Hey! Open me! I bet I have something in here!
He ignores me and runs through and sees the family. He looks a bit disturbed then says "Wait a minute..."
Wait what? What's going on? He leaves just as an announcement is heard. Something about 10 seconds? It starts counting down.
The man runs back in looking completely scared now. Hmm... Maybe he saw a ghost?
He runs into the kitchen and see's me and opens me. That's right! Food cures any emoti- HEY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING? SIR, THESE TRAYS ARE EXPENSIVE. PUT THEM BACK. NO. DO NOT CLIMB INSIDE ME. WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! THIS IS WRONG ON SO MANY LEVELS. I DID NOT WAIT 2 YEARS FOR THIS.
The counter stops as he finally closes my door with him inside – he has no respect.
Suddenly everything is burning. I am not kidding you – THE PEOPLE ARE BURNING. SIR, HELP THEM STOP SITTING INSIDE OF ME DO SOMETHING.
Now everything is exploding. This can't be good.
Great now I'm flying. Flying.
Hey what was that song that they kept playing in the store?
I believe I can fly... I believe I can touch the sky...
Ok maybe I can't fly. INCOMING!
Oh great, you're just going to roll out of me and leave?! Come back!
Oh that's a big smoke cloud.
Poor fridge... You can blame my friend for having to write at least 600 or so words centred around a fridge for this terrible drabble! :D