Katie Demetriades Assignment 12: Brave Little Toaster

(Before I start, let me just say, I've thought about this kind of stuff before. For instance, I've imagined the objects in my room gathering together and conversing as I'm taking shower or while I'm at school.)

This is coming from my phone's point of view.

I was born sometime towards the end of 2014. My home was a tiny box, for quite some time. I had many brothers and sisters who looked a lot like me. We all had dreams, dreams of being loved and cared for. We were all so lonely in our boxes. We just wanted an escape, an escape from this cold, handless world...

Then something amazing happened. From California, I was sent to a new home, in Lexington, KY. I think the building was called Sprint...? I was there for a couple of weeks, when one day, this couple came in. They wanted to "purchase the new iPhone 6," whatever that means. Suddenly, a young man approached my box and put me on this counter. I had heard about what it was like to have an owner, but I never thought I would have the opportunity to have an owner. The same young man who placed me on the counter put me in a small plastic bag, and I was handed over to an older man. He made a remark that I will not forget, "My daughter is going to love this." That's when I knew: my life was finally beginning...

Well I sat in my box for a couple more weeks before my life really started. There was one instance where the woman pulled me out of the box so she could "set me up." But after that, the big day come. The first thing I saw when I came out of the box was a young woman. She was so excited to hold me in her hands. I was just as excited to finally have an owner. We connected so well, even though we had just met. I pictured our life together. It was going to be absolute bliss...

But then something happened. The touch I got from Katie (at least I think that's her name, she doesn't really talk to me much) stopped feeling so warm. I stopped wanting to be around her, she hurt me so bad. Literally. I can't tell you how many times she's dropped me. I have the scars to prove it. It's like she doesn't even care about my wellbeing, like I don't have feelings. It's like she doesn't even love me. But I give her everything! I provide her with everything she's ever wanted, and I don't even get a thank you! Instead, she just drains my precious energy dry for her useless antics. Day after day, I suffer under her stupid finger, as she practically punches me in the face. I just wonder when this nightmare will end...