His name was Brot.
Brot took me to his home the day I was almost squished by a bagel. His home was humble and modest. In fact, it was nice for a first year uni student.
"What are you studying?" I asked him as I ruffled my (bread) feet into his warm carpet.
"Culinary skills," he answered, "I plan to be a baker and open my own bakery"
A piece of bread working in a bakery seemed the tiniest bit ironic to me, but I didn't want to be kicked out so I kept quiet and looked at the pictures of his (bread) family.
"So, you lost?"
"Pffffffffffft. Lost? Me? No! How dare you? I mean how dare I? I-yeah I'm lost" I couldn't handle it, he and his house were too beautiful. "How did you know?"
"You're toasted"
"Well, yeah, yeah I guess I am. But you are too! And anyway, how does that show I'm a stranger?"
"Because, I am too"
"Well I figured that. It-"
"Shh shh shh" his crusty finger touched my (bread) lips. I wanted it to stay there forever.
"Let me tell you a story.......
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toast day
Teen Fictionyo squad fam squad author here, like three years later, this was written at a dark time during my life ( I had just started going through puberty) so be warned, its very um.... ive edited it down so just remember, the original was somehow much dirti...
