Marie's P.O.V. (The day of the party)
An exciting mood came to the pizzeria. I popped out of the gift box to catch a glimpse of the excitement, I saw a little girl, dancing. She pranced around with a happy glimmer in her bright blue eyes. Her happiness reminded me of my horrid and short life. I remembered how I used to prance around the front yard. I remembered my father's smile and my mother's happy eyes. I closed the lid of the box, and crept back inside of it. I could vaguely hear the girl's laugh from inside of the gift box. Her laugh reminded me of a warm summer day. I would never be free of my never ending nightmare. I would be trapped in this endless hell. Forever.
Trapped.
Trapped.