Abandoned and quite helpless, I was stuck in the water. Wait a minute, did I tell how I got there? Let’s start from the very beginning. My family and I were in the chilling refrigerator. Back when I was kid, my dream was for someone to drink me. Then, one day, a tall, strong boy twiddled in a dollar and typed in G4. He had muscles as big as three textbook stacked up on each other! I was sleeping and didn’t realize I was the next one to fall down. It was my turn! Before I knew it, I was clattering down, stabbed by the pain of my bumps. Already, I felt homesick and wanted to go back to my father (who was a Pepsi) and mother (who was a Coca-Cola). Not to mention, I also missed my friends (7-up and Sprite). Reaching in, the boygrabbed me and went into this tiny room with two seats next to each other. It had a circular wheel, which he was turning, and it would move the room. For now, I will call one of them, a Bob. The boy looked stern and hyper, but friendly. Suddenly, I didn’t feel homesick anymore. Maybe we can become best friends. Maybe we have a lot in common, he likes Dr.Pepper and so do I. Then, I tried to talk to him, but he ignored me. Later, I started yelling my head off, but still, he was just humming to himself. Giving up, I wondered why he didn’t answer me, but I figured out why. He was a prisoner of some kind of dark magic, and if he drinks my soda, he’ll be free! Then, he started talking into this little, magic box. I learned that his name was Hercules and that he was getting ready to make a Disney movie. Looking outside, I saw many more Bobs the glass windows. Finally, the boy took a sip. Then two, then three, until he drank all of me empty. Sadness knifed at my opener (or heart, as you humans call them) and it struck me that all my drink was gone! Swishing the windows open, he juggled me out, and I got thundered, fidgeted, and hollered at by some more Bobs. Finally, it all stopped, but by then it was night. I felt quite useless and terrified. Is this my destiny, I thought. Being treated like trash? I helped the boy, and then he plunges me out to die? What a waste of my life. Suddenly, a guy with green clothes came, which reminded me of my friend 7-up. Coming closer, I could see an old, wrinkly faced man grumpily thrashing every single speck of trash into his garbage can. He was whispering angrily about his wooden puppet turning into a boy. All I remember was the stinging smell, and then I fainted. Suddenly, I find myself stuck in a city of trash, but all of it was heading right into a blazing fire, and I was too! I started squirming and jolting out, looking desperately at a place to escape from. Then, I saw a group of soda cans, just like me, jumping up and down. But they weren’t the only ones trying to get out, there were a clash of toys, belonging to a group called Toy Story, trying to get out too. They were trying to reach a small handle. Hope filling me up, I hurled towards them. When I finally got to them, the greeted me with harried looks.

“Help, help. We’re trying to pull this handle down to get through to the other side, and escape this fire!” I started to jump, not wasting a second, and keeping all the little drops of Dr.Pepper left in me for energy. After what seemed like a decade, we grabbed hold of the handle and climbed in. Clanging out, I slipped in a world of water. It was salty and cool, relaxing me very much for the first time. But that didn’t last for long. I started to sink in the sea, closing my eyes, drowning. Then, a white and orange fish came and carried me to the top of the sea, to open air.

“Hey there, my name is Nemo, what’s yours? By the way, can you help me find my dad?” And that’s when the real adventure started.