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Goldfish: A Short Story Essay

“Yay! ” I said when I got the goldfish. There were 2 of them. “I want to hold it, too. ” my sister said, politely. 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 of our plastic bowls. They didn’t really like that after a few days. So, we went to the animal shop and got some fish supplies and a new tank. It was also really dusty there. It was like an antique store. However, we needed to buy some stuff, so we did. There were also these black dogs and they were so annoying. If you just walk past them, then, they will start barking as loud as they could. Pretty soon, the fish started to get really bored and so they just sat there like a rock.

So, my dad created this tunnel for the fish to go through. Too bad for the fat fish. It died right after the next day. I was kind of sad, but my dad got another fish for me with a filter because my dad got really tired cleaning up all that poop and refiltering the water manually. Everyday the fish had pooped at least 5 times and we needed to replace the sponge every single night. A few days later, the other goldfish from the fair died and then my dad got some more. I’m not so sure what color they were (what can I say it’s been like 4 years), but I do know one of them… WAS BLACK. Dun, Dun, DUUUUUN! Anyway, the black fish was really mean.

It bit one of the fish, so that one died, and the third fish (the yellow one that was after the first goldfish that died) jumped out of the water and landed on the carpet and died because of that stupid black fish. I also imagined that sometimes, the black fish would say, “Muahaha, I got you again and now you are going to die! So long dead fish! ” “Ahhhhh! ” screamed the yellow fish (keep in mind this is my wondrous and awesome imagination). 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 something. A few days later, my dad cleaned up the fish tank and we went back to our normal lives without the fish in the way. I didn’t really care about this anyway. Although my dad payed the money for the fish, we didn’t really care anymore.

I thought that it was fun to have fish and stuff like that, but now, I think of it as a terrible way to waste your time and money because most small fishies die in like a week. I still put my face in front of the fish tanks in walmart a lot (this is really off topic, but remember when the Walmart logo had a star between the “Wal” and the “Mart? “). “Well, looks like we have to go back to where we started- having no fish in the first place. ” my dad said. “Yeah, I guess. ” | said. “Alright,” my mom spoke. “Whatever,” my sister said.

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