Goldfish: A Short Story
“Yay!” I said when I got the goldfish. There were 2 of them. “I want to hold it, too.” my sister said, politely.
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I was 8 years old at that time; so, I didn’t know that having fish was the worst idea EVER. We were in Alhambra, LA, and there was a fair. There was also a fish game and if you got a marble into the cup, then you will with 2 goldfish. There were lots of games, it was very dense there, too. It was a lot of fun. We went to Yogurtland (a frozen yogurt place) It was like a flood of people and cars. We payed for 1 game of the goldfish game and I won 2 goldfish even though I didn’t score anything. I think it was my sister’s cuteness that made it. When I got the fish, it was like the best thing ever. Then, we first put it in one …show more content…
At that time, I was getting really mad and thinking that it was some killer fish or something so I didn’t really care about the fish anymore and just fed them, watch them as I eat breakfast, etc.
A few weeks later, there were only 2 fish left. The black one, and the other one (which was a complete blur to me), I forgot about the color. However, I could tell you that I was getting really frustrated to the point where I didn’t even care about the fish. I just looked at them and minded my own beeswax. They didn’t look as happy as before, and I thought that the black fish was a carnivore, not whatever, “vore” he/she was suppose to be (Do fish even have a gender?). Our family didn’t really even care about the fish anyway. At that time, we were going back to the “shruggish” (it’s my way of saying a neutral mood) mood about fish. Now we only have one more fish left because as you can read, the first goldfish died because it cut itself. The other goldfish died because goldfish don’t last very long. The third one died because it jumped out of the water (dumbest thing ever). The 4th and 5th one died of the black fish, and now we only have the black fish. About a week later, it died of old age or
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I was 8 years old at that time; so, I didn’t know that having fish was the worst idea EVER. We were in Alhambra, LA, and there was a fair. There was also a fish game and if you got a marble into the cup, then you will with 2 goldfish. There were lots of games, it was very dense there, too. It was a lot of fun. We went to Yogurtland (a frozen yogurt place) It was like a flood of people and cars. We payed for 1 game of the goldfish game and I won 2 goldfish even though I didn’t score anything. I think it was my sister’s cuteness that made it. When I got the fish, it was like the best thing ever. Then, we first put it in one …show more content…
At that time, I was getting really mad and thinking that it was some killer fish or something so I didn’t really care about the fish anymore and just fed them, watch them as I eat breakfast, etc.
A few weeks later, there were only 2 fish left. The black one, and the other one (which was a complete blur to me), I forgot about the color. However, I could tell you that I was getting really frustrated to the point where I didn’t even care about the fish. I just looked at them and minded my own beeswax. They didn’t look as happy as before, and I thought that the black fish was a carnivore, not whatever, “vore” he/she was suppose to be (Do fish even have a gender?). Our family didn’t really even care about the fish anyway. At that time, we were going back to the “shruggish” (it’s my way of saying a neutral mood) mood about fish. Now we only have one more fish left because as you can read, the first goldfish died because it cut itself. The other goldfish died because goldfish don’t last very long. The third one died because it jumped out of the water (dumbest thing ever). The 4th and 5th one died of the black fish, and now we only have the black fish. About a week later, it died of old age or