CHALLENGE 2: JOURNEY FROM BREAD TO TOAST

As a young piece of bread, my experiences with heat totalled to the oven in which I was born. Laying in a cupboard, I was quite content with my bread brothers and sisters. We enjoyed staying in our plastic bag home. Each slice of bread was a brother or sister to me, and we were all united in a profound way. Until I met the toaster.

I had never experienced heat like the wretched monster 'the toaster' introduced me to. One day, sleeping quietly in my bread bag, a human twirled open the bag of bread and pulled out another screaming victim - me. I was certain my life was over, and in some way, it was. The human set me and my bread buddy into a large, standing metal grill thing which they had dubbed the toaster. They pushed a button down, and we descended. It started to get really, really hot. Soon, the inferno was too much, and I had already decided that now was the time to let go.

Within minutes, I have given up on life. But then, there was a loud pop, and my bread buddy and I were thrust upwards toward cool air. We were pulled out of the despised toaster, and set down on a cool plate. The air was refreshing. Soon, I realized that a transformation had occured - I was no longer a piece of bread, but instead, I was toast. TOAST. Butter was spread on me, but instead of being eaten by the humans, I was forgotten about, and left on the plate. I was discarded into the garbage, where a whole new adventure began - I was taken to the dump. Though my initial experience travelling from bread to toast was terrifying, I accepted myself as toast and lived a full and healthy life.

HAHA, that was my take on the toast blog. It's very fun to write a story from the perspective of toast. xD Tomorrow, I'll actually report on my life. :)