1. Well I was a brand new coke sitting in a gas
station. Shell gas station to be exact. But I’m not here
to be exact; I’m here to tell you about the day that
man that I’d never met before left me to die on the
highway. Back to my story. A very classy business
man strolled by carrying a bulging leather briefcase.
He swung open the refrigerator door and grabbed
me. He stuffed me in his briefcase and without
paying, got in his car and we sped away. I shuffled
around, trying to get out. He unlatched the buckles
on the briefcase and yanked me out, denting my side.
Then without a warning he popped my tab open and
poured me into his mouth. When he was finished, he
crunched me up and chucked me out of his car
window. I drifted down a seemingly never ending
road turning charcoal while being ran over and over
and over for a LONG time. Finally I slammed into a
stop light and lived in a sewer until today. I’ve
abandoned my sewer to approach you with my story.

2. It kills me to tell it and to this day I still shutter when
I ponder about it but luckily it’s over now and I am
ok.
By: Lauren Harris