Brave Little Toasters - Elle Ogden

My life was wonderful for a few months. Just sitting on the shelf, people-watching, seeing all the little kids point out what they hoped Santa would bring them within the next few weeks. I'd heard stories of what it was like to be outside your box, and let me tell you, they were terrifying. I'd always heard that you wanted to go to the young, un-athletic ones because being forgotten about was better than the abuse you would succumb to if you were used everyday.

One day I was picked up by a rather tall boy, then I rode the little conveyer belt thing, was thrown in a bag, and felt the cool air through the holes in my box. I was then wrapped up in paper and sat down in some room for a few days. They were rather boring days, with nothing to look at but the dark walls of my paper. Then one morning, I was unwrapped to a teenage girl with lots of dogs around. One of which kept trying to bite me. All the humans thought it was so funny, but I was a little upset. Didn't they know to take care of me? No one at the store ever tried to bite me!

Ever since that day, I've been wishing I would have gone to one of those little chubby kids. I am beat up almost everyday. I've been kicked into the woods, smacked, punched, drop kicked, I've even been slammed up against a hard, white, metal post. I have a huge scar thats never been fixed, and I'm sure that theres only so much more beating I can take before I'll meet my grave.

For a few months I did get a break where I was put in a bag with a bunch of other friends and let me tell you, we had a great time. We would ride around in a car everyday, have run conversations, and play games while our owner was in school. We were then thrown into this dark room where we would only see the sunlight if someone came home or left. But now I am back to my abuse as my months of break are up. Sometimes I try to run away. I go as far away as I can and hide, in hopes that she'll just forget about me, but it never happens. She always finds me.