I type in my password when the screen finally shows. It takes a while to load so I start to doodle on the list. I drew Mr. Color in his tank, I drew him cartoon like so he actually smiled. I must have a wild imagination if I’m thinking this fish of all fish would actually smile! My computer finally turned on so I clicked the google chrome shortcut. I searched Petco for fish care and found some advice.The advice was on how to care for the fish, I scanned the page and it was all about how to care for a fish. I read all the pages and tried to see what I was doing wrong. Nothing I was doing was wrong, I fed him right, he was in a great tank and yet he still hates my guts! Maybe my sister is a fish whisperer and has the fish out to get me! She does do a lot of hiding in her room… Who knows what she might be planning to do to me?

Now this fish is getting me paranoid! I curse this fish, now I’m turning on a seven year old. I stared at the screen which gave me no new information on my menace, it told me how to care for the demon. I was doing amazing! I was the one to clean his tank, but he does seem to try to defy the gravity and flow of the water. Maybe to jump out to me and get me? Okay, I’m now officially losing it! Seriously, though he almost jumps out of his bowl when I try to clean it! It is on! I am now resulting to believe in demons possessing fish.

I used to think Mr. Color was just playing hard to get, but being older by two days I now know for sure he is out to get me. Wow, imagine someone was listening to my ramble; I would be put into the mental facility. I am not mental… actually, now I am not that sure. I wonder if Betas have teeth… then I am so dead. I waited for Carol to leave the fish tank so I could go and examine him. Maybe I can turn this into an experiment? And in the end I can get him to like me. My ideas are now turning into Disney movie endings.

Oh my, I think I hear Carol singing to the poor fish. Lets just say her vocal cords are not the best. It was like a banshee trying to sing… wait scratch the ‘like’ part. When Mom called Carol up to finish her breakfast, Carol ran up from the basement and looked fazed. Did my fish try to do anything to her? I am having a ‘roll up my sleeves and ready to fight’ moment.