It's his eighth birthday and the theme is cars, I was picked up from Party City four days ago, but I wasn't stuffed full of candy until three days before. I've never been as full as this, but I'm beginning to get nervous. I've herd stories about the ones that leave and never come back, how they go through brutial beatings and then there never seen again. Am I going to be another story?
The party starts at 4 and I wipe the sweat from my brow because its already 5 and I haven't even been touched. I'm sure they've forgotten about me by now and will soon move on to pin the wheel on the car and eat some cake. But when will I know? I hear them talking about baseball bats and about the candy and I'm waiting for my time to come.
Being hung is like surrendering to the twelve 8 year olds running around and swinging at me blindly. As much as it hurts, I know I have to stay strong and not get beaten down too quickly. One by one my chocolate filled insides slowly falls as each kid gets one hit at my racecar expterior. Before long my doors and bottom was completely detached and the candy rained to the ground getting attacked by the children grabing and shoving to get the best candies.
Once a beautiful car, im now broken and nothing. left for trash.
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