I spent most of my life there. I always hated it. I was constantly judged, felt up, rejected. Everyone around me disgusted me, and the worst thing was that we were the same. All of us. We looked the same, acted the same, we even got called the same names. I was getting older and older; it was becoming less and less likely that I would ever leave.
There was a day though, and it was beautiful. A golden haired boy looked down at me, took me, and placed me gently in his vehicle. It was empty bar one other resident. She was beautiful.
She was round, like me, but where I was short and squishy, she tall and hard, built to endure. I fell in love instantly. How could I not? She was everything I'd ever wanted to be. I felt like a fucking freak just staring at her, so I tried to ask her name. Of course, she didn't reply. Why would she talk to an orange-skinned chump like me?
Well, freaky or not, I kept staring. I couldn't help myself! Even when we had to stop off and change vehicles, I just kept looking at her. I don't know how I missed it in the first place, but I finally got a clue to her name. White on red, the word "Campbell" glistened across her top.
Campbell, I thought. Beautiful.
We finally got to our new home, and the two of us were seated side-by-side.
"Campbell?" I asked, tentatively. "Is that your name?"
Again she didn't reply. My thoughts were in a flurry, but I just wanted to know her damn name!
A hand was placed on her head. The word "tenderly" came to my mind to describe the touch. It sure as hell wasn't tender. The hand ripped off her top with a screech and pop. Her tomato red insides were spilled into a plastic bowl. My beloved Campbell was gone, just like that.
A black haired boy was the culprit, and grabbing the plastic bowl full of my beloved's insides, and then me, took us to another room. The golden haired boy was there, my saviour. Hope welled up in me and I screamed at him to help.
What he replied with sounded like gibberish, but I caught one word: "Mango."
How did he know my name? I don't think I'll ever know. I think my life is about to end. With my last thoughts I will only think of her: Campbell, Campbell, Campbell.