I am just a block of cheese, nothing more nothing less. Just a plain old block of cheese, actually, I'm not old, I'm only 1 day old. I'm sitting on a shelf at a food store, I see many people, but nobody want me.
I live a sad life, and lonely life, sitting on a shelf, alone... nobody wants me, I'm just a boring block of cheese, alone forever.
(5 hours later)
it's getting really late, another boring day, no friends, no family, nothing.
I see a person! They're staring at me..
Are they going to buy me!?
They picked me up! Oh my god somebody is going to buy me!! I'm so happy!
happy block of cheese!
(Later that day)
Are we at their house?
it's really pretty! They're setting me down on a table, it feels really nice. Soft table, mmm...
they're picking me up, are we going somewhere?
OH MY GOD. THEIR MOUTH IS HUGE!
that's so cool!! They bit me... it hurts..
I feel like I'm dying... oh no they spit me out...
theyre taking me somewhere new?
they threw me in the garbage can..
aw... I'm really sad..
(That cheese died) rip cheese
YOU ARE READING
A sad story about a block of cheese named Willy
Fanfiction[TRIGGER WARNING: REALLY SAD] I'm not really good at English, I tried my best. This is a story about a block of cheese, it's really sad. I hope you enjoy.
