The Sad Story of Aimee.

Aimee leaned onto the side of her egg shell, breathing in the virtual air around herself, slowly and steadily. She was in the middle of a lonely park, afraid and full of misery. She was starving to death and had not much energy left, her screen was scratched and her egg shell, once a beautiful blue with colourful circles on it was now only left with a faded blue. Her ex-owner was a very cruel child, she neglected Aimee and always flicked her finger at Aimee's screen. She never bothered to feed her and always said that Aimee was ugly. Yesterday afternoon, she threw Aimee and left her there. Aimee sighed, I am ugly. she thought to herself. I am the ugliest Kuchitamatchi that has ever lived. She felt alone in the world, no one to talk to, no one to take care of her. Aimee felt tired, feeling like she was going to die any second now. Her eyes drooped. I have to keep awake. she told herself. I have to survive. She paused. Wait, even if I die, no one would care, no one will ever notice me pass away here. tears started to stream down her face. That's right, I am alone...

She woke up to find herself, somewhere warm and dark. "Have I died?" she said in a low whisper. She looked around but could not see anything. She heard a muffled voice. She looked up and saw a face looking back at her. It smiled. "You've woken up!" it said and picked up Aimee's egg shell.