Chapter 1 - A Long Struggle
The alley was dark, cold, quiet, and dirty. Trash cans and garbage scattered the street and puddles of oil laid everywhere. Yet in this quiet alley, something stirred. A dumpster lid opened up and a large car poked its head out. After taking a peek outside of the dumpster, the car quickly jumped out. Once standing on solid ground, it stretched out its body and let out a large yawn. It then slowly drove out of the alleyway and took a peek out into the city streets. The streets were busy as usual, bustling with cars that went off to work, school, or off to do other things that cars usually do. Cars were playing games outside their homes, such as hopscotch and even the game of pick up sticks. The car sighed as he watched all of this; he wished he could enjoy these simple things. Yet even if he could, he would not have his family to enjoy it with.
When he was born, the car came into a poor family that barley had enough money to feed themselves. The worst part about this was that they were all Chevy SUV's, and food didn't come cheap for them. The family tried as hard as they could to give food to their baby and to themselves, but they couldn't keep wasting their money on extra food. They had no choice but to throw their baby out into the streets to die and nothing more. Yet he was lucky and was picked up by someone and he was brought to an orphanage, but he hated it there. Every adoption day for about 4 years, he was always excluded because he was an SUV; no one wanted him as a child. After these 4 years of neglect, he ran away from the orphanage and lived out on the streets by himself, hoping for a better life. He didn't have that much luck.
The poor little dark green Chevy Tahoe had to eat out of garbage cans and had to steal oil in order to survive on the streets. His only shelter was a dumpster that always seemed to reek the smell of dead animal every time garbage was dumped into it. Yet that wasn't the worst part of his life; it was the hate and criticism he got from other cars, just for being an SUV. When he came out of the alleyway during the day, he would always hear cars screaming out remarks like "Dirt Bag!" or "You ugly gas guzzler!" He would sometimes even go to doorways and ask for some food, but no one ever wanted to give him anything. He was normally smacked on the hood with a broom or metal pipe and cars would scream at him, "Go away you big thing!" Since he didn't remember what his parents named him, he called himself Big Thing because everyone else seemed too.
Big Thing sighed and drove out onto the open streets. Just as soon as he came out of the alleyway, high class and fancy hybrids came out from their homes, especially the Toyota Priuses, and began to yell things at him, push him around, and throw things at him. Yet, Big Thing, despite his big size, couldn't fight back because he was too skinny, weak, and sick to fight back the healthy hybrids. He let them attack him, like they did everyday, until they got bored and went back into their fancy city homes. As he watched them go into their homes, he craved the feeling of a warm and cozy house that always had food on the table. Only in my dreams, Big Thing thought. He sighed, collected himself, and drove of down the city streets to begin his ever so exciting day that he knew was ahead of him.
I know this chap may be depressing and boring, but it gets better and stuffs. Please give this story a chance and please review. U will make my day
DDW
