Literally About A Fish.

I used to write stories a lot! But a while back I just went completely brain dead and lost my creativity. I've tried to write a lot since then, but none of its ever worked out how I wanted it to. I can never come up with an ending/middle/or beginning or else I forget what I was writing about half way through. I don't know what inspired me to do it, and keep doing it. But tonight for the first time in over a year I wrote about something that didn't die half way through the process. This is my first completed story in over a year. It might not be all that good.

I'm starting to turn pale. I was a vibrant golden orange color when I was first brought here. Why Chad put me on the table in the darkest corner of the room, I'll never know. I've been out of the sun far to long. Seriously, I'm his only companion. The least he could do is give me a change of scenery. Or a lamp. If I could, I'd just pick up this bowl and run down to the beach. Unfortunately, the bowl is far to big for me to move, even if I did have arms. And I have no legs. I don't really blame the guy though. He's just lonely.
"PENELOPE!" He shouts strait into the bowl. My goodness that boy is loud. Does he realize that sound travels fast under water then in land. He starts pouring those little flakes in the water.
"I got a promotion today!" He shouted again. The sound reverberates against the glass and causes the surface of the water to ripple and wave. I swim around in the miniature current that was created and blink. Its enough to make him feel acknowledged. It isn't for a few more moments that I realize he is still pouring food in my bowl. Oh no! Now I'm going to eat to much and either die from exploding, or ill get ammonia poisoning or die from protein over dose. This wouldn't be the first time his absent-mindedness has put me in a life threatening position. I attempt to jump out of the water to get his attention. I've never been much of a jumper. I manage to make a splash that hits his face. It still has the desired effect. He stops feeding me.
Let me tell you a little bit about Chadwick J. Finster. One, he lives up to his name. If any of you have seen the Rugrats, you all know the sadly awkward father of Chucky Finster. Chad comes from a very rich family. They never payed much attention to him. Actually, if hes isn't exaggerating anything in his rants, they down right ignored him. He became a kind of hermit in his house. He was never very social, they said he was shy. I dare say, He was just socially inept. It didn't help him much that what he lacked devilishly good looks he gained in tolerance for strong liquor. His ideas and dreams were so incredibly far fetched no one bothered to entertain the idea of encouraging him to live them out. Never the less he was a smart kid. He had an intellect that actually disabled him growing up, and still now in his late twenties. He chased a lot of people away with his ideas of scientific theory paired knowledge of random trivia.
Apparently he's had a few dates in his life, but none since the night I came to live with him. He tended to accidentally insult the girls he went out with, which is actually how i got here a few months ago.

There was this "beautiful", "intelligent" and "fun" girl he met at work. He had never talked to her before so I don't know how he thought he knew all this. One day he finally did talk to her. One day he came home after a long day and told me all about the incident that brought me too his living room table. It seems that this girl had asked him "to go to the fair with her and to meet her at seven". So he met up with this girl, Liz, at the fair. She introduced him to her sister, and her boyfriend. Neither him or the sister had expected this blind date. They shared an incredibly awkward night. Somehow after around 3 hours of awkwardly avoiding the girl, Liz talked Chadwick into winning her sister a goldfish. This is where I come in. Somewhere between him handing her my bag and her saying thanks a ton" and throwing me back at him, he made some passive aggressive remark about her face. Lucky for me the twist tie on my plastic baggy was secure. Three cheers for tact. They all ditched him and after that we walked the lonely walk of shame home and he spilled his life story to me.
Since then Liz has quit the company and no my boy Chad is taking her place. Maybe this means he will upgrade me to a tank. Lord knows I deserve it. being this lonely young mans only companion is hard work. Maybe I will get a big new tank with the fancy colorful rocks at the bottom and a big castle and a bubble blowing treasure chest! Even a lowly little plastic deep sea diver would suffice.
He's just left. Probably off to go celebrate I presume. With whom I couldn't possibly imagine. Later he will come home rambling nonsense to the walls and pass out on the "dining room" table. It's quite possibly the largest peace of furniture in this apartment. He's never been one to buy furniture. But I'm just a goldfish. I never asked to be here. I can't really ask for much considering us fish don't talk. But I will say this; At least he doesn't tap on the glass.