Hi there.
Hey I’m over here, next to the corn. You see me? Ya. Hi, my name is
Claire. I am a crawfish. You’re probably wondering how I’m dead but still
talking to you. It’s kind of a funny story. Well, that’s the thing; I’m not
actually dead. I’m only pretending,
unlike all of my not-so-lucky friends around me… poor things.
I guess I’ll start off my story by
telling you a little bit about myself. As I said before, my name is Claire. I’m
originally from Louisiana (Go Saints), but now I’m here with you. I have, well
I guess had, two brothers, Crawford, and Chris, and three sisters, Crystal,
Crispy, and Creola. I feel sort of guilty for not feeling bad about their
deaths but how can mourn the loss of someone you never knew? They were all so
much older than me that I never even got to know them, and I guess I never
will. Oh, I’m sorry, I got a little bit carried away.
Today, I woke up, took a swim in the
through the mud like I always do but something felt off. As I began to crawl to school I heard a loud
noise and I looked around me only to be trampled by the freakish squirming all
around me. I don’t remember much after that. However, I awoke to the sound of
shrill cries of desperation and longing to get away from that giant, pot of
boiling water. I don’t know how, but I guess they skipped me or else it was on
purpose, maybe it was a sign from the universe that I have bigger things to do
in my life.
We are crawfish, mudbugs,
cockroaches of the sea, dirty creatures so why is it that we are so sought
after? As a crawfish, we live our whole life worried that tomorrow is our last
day. We all know it’s coming but it’s uncertain how or where, most go during
the summer. Summertime. A time when the sun is shining, family gathers
together, and children laugh and play outside. Summer is a time that all human
enjoy, but not my kind. We aren’t that lucky to enjoy this relaxation, in fact
it’s quite the opposite. Summertime is a time when we run, scared for our
lives, a time when we wake up and half of our family and friends have been
taken, by them.
I am unsure of how my life will turn
out as of now. I don’t know if I am able to escape this tragedy and be able to
live with myself knowing all of my friends and family are dead. If I leave, I
may never be able to forgive my self, but if I stay, I know I couldn’t. Both dying and escaping are dangerous feats,
but one must be done. Wasn’t it fate that allowed me to live so that I might
help my kind escape this ruin? But now that you know my story I guess the real
question is, will you help me?
