Well I was a brand new coke sitting in a gasstation. Shell gas station to be exact. But I’m not hereto be exact; I’m here to tell you about the day thatman that I’d never met before left me to die on thehighway. Back to my story. A very classy businessman strolled by carrying a bulging leather briefcase.He swung open the refrigerator door and grabbedme. He stuffed me in his briefcase and withoutpaying, got in his car and we sped away. I shuffledaround, trying to get out. He unlatched the buckleson the briefcase and yanked me out, denting my side.Then without a warning he popped my tab open andpoured me into his mouth. When he was finished, hecrunched me up and chucked me out of his carwindow. I drifted down a seemingly never endingroad turning charcoal while being ran over and overand over for a LONG time. Finally I slammed into astop light and lived in a sewer until today. I’veabandoned my sewer to approach you with my story.
It kills me to tell it and to this day I still shutter whenI ponder about it but luckily it’s over now and I amok. By: Lauren Harris