I...have no clue... o.o

Every young carton stands in line waiting so very patiently to be chosen. Every young carton has a purpose. A duty to fulfill. But what I can't understand, not an ounce at all, is why someone would buy a young carton and not use it as it was meant to be used.

I've been in this dark box for two days, and I can feel myself growing older and useless with every passing second. The seal has yet to be broken on my top, and I'm still completely full, every ounce still present as it was before leaving my brothers and sisters.

He won't open me.

I'm fairly certain his name is Edmund or Edward, something like that. He's blond and short. Very short. I can often hear him yelling about how he isn't short, but I've seen him more than once. He's a shrimp and not the kind that is dunked in cocktail sauce.

I don't like him that much.

He keeps me in the dark for far too long. There were lights back at the store; I think I miss it back there.

Anyway, the only time I ever get to see light is when he opens the door of this box. When he reaches his hand in, sometimes a shiny metal and sometimes a dull flesh, I silently pray he's going to finally pull me out. No, orange juice has proved to be the most important liquid here. Stupid orange juice. Hate orange juice.

Seriously, why orange juice? What's so bad about milk? Hmmm?

Stupid shrimp. Why is he letting me go to waste? It doesn't make any sense!

If I had hands, I would hit him, I think.

Of course, I would have to get him to stand on a chair or something first...

Oops! Completely forgot I'm a pacifist. Silly me.

Moving on.

So, this is my crib. Eggs are back there, a stick of butter on top. I think they're a couple. Not sure though - Haven't bothered to ask. There are quite a few of those Tupperware containers around in here, plenty of them are turning out like me. Just rotting away. Maybe me and last week's spaghetti will die together.

I think I would like th-

Hm?

Well what do we have here? If it isn't Mr. Shrimp...

Wait a minute...

You're naked! Have you no shame? And who is that back there at the table?

Hey, hey, what are you doing? Don't touch me with those hands! I know where they've been! Don't think I don't!

Ew, you're sticky!

I wanna go back in the fridge! Please!!

"Here, Roy."

Roy?

"Thanks."

So your name's Roy, huh? Think you're a tough guy, don't ya?

"I don't see how anyone could like that crap."

C'mon, mess with me! I dare you!

"If you'd just try it..."

What the hell do you think you're doing!? I don't want you to drink me! Get your hands off my seal!

You're sticky too!

Nooo!

Put me down! I'm getting dizzy! For goodness sake, use a cup!!

I shouldn't have looked down! You're naked too!

What's the world coming to!?

Someone help me! Please!

"I'll try it, but only one way..."

"Oh? And how would that be?"

You drank half of me, you bastard! Well, at least now you look like a dumbass with your stupid milkstache. Take that.

"Like this."

Holy crap! They're kissing! I'm too young to see this!

Wait, don't put your hands there! That's so wrong!

This is way too much!

I'm starting to curdle!

Nooo!

It's not supposed to end like this!

Gross! Get off the table! What the hell are you - cats?

I'm getting chunky!

I'm expiring!

Nooo!

Its...

...over....

Don't worry. I'll probably delete it tomorrow haha.

By the way, the milk "died" because of watching Ed and Roy have sex. I'm not crazy...

But anyway, feel free to flame this! :D Like I said, it'll probably get deleted tomorrow anyway! :)