It was so sad. He was alone, a small speck of orange in the large, green pool full of large, green fish. He was so prominent, a hawk 50 miles in the air could spot him. I felt a pang in my chest every time i walked past that pond and saw him, trying desperately to make friends with the sterotype fish that lived in the pool. One day, i couldn't take it anymore. I went to the pet store and grabbed one of those little plastic baggies they put the goldfish in and went back to the pond. I scooped him out... and then he died.

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Galen over 9 years ago

Hahaha. Truth.

BTW, you can put a link to ryanedd's story in your profile. Just drop in the full url (http://sixminutestory.com/stories/the-breakfast-club).

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