On my arrival I hounded by kids trying to get my attention. I was a celebrity of sorts after some people on the outside had made a movie on our kind. The first few weeks in the tank were dizzying to say the least. Kids would barge into the waiting room tapping on the glass to try and get me to wriggle. Depending on my mood I would do a little sway to the delight of the kids who would run back to their parents shouting “mom,dad look it’s Nemo” The others in the tank though envious of my popularity never said it outright but the old wizened butter fish told me to save up some zest for fame is tinsel and the attention span of man is short.
The butter fish was right. Soon a big TV was installed right opposite the tank and overnight all the loyalties had shifted to SpongeBob SquarePants and Justin Bieber. We were left to amuse ourselves. Rarely would a kid stop by to play with us.
It was during one of these days that I met Ryan. He was unlike other kids. Very silent and withdrawn around people but when left alone at the tank; hours he would spend looking at me with amazement in his big eyes and that smile on his face narrating fantastic tales of oceans and stars. This lasted a few weeks by which I assumed he would be a permanent fixture in my life but fate dealt me a cruel hand and my only friend was never to be seen again.
As I swim in these waters that I’ve gotten so accustomed to, I muse, 'I live to die an another day.'
p.s. Finding Nemo led to environmental devastation for the clown fish
I had this nice big first draft but my computer crashed midway and kept crashing for the whole of yesterday. Worst of all I hadn't saved the draft. So here is what I recollect in bits and pieces an imperfect recollection but just in time for the deadline :)