I started off , in the ground . Never planned to be anything but a cucumber. But one day everything changed , I was sitting in the ground minding my own buissness when someone , something was tugging on my head . I could see light . It was cold, the air was brisk on my newly formed skin. I was traveling , the sun was too strong for my eyes . The will I had to open them was too strong and soon my eyes ajusted. I was comeing closer so a whole bunch more cucumbers just like me , in a box well atleast I think it was a box , I was dropped into it. Crowded by mulitple screaming vegtables. A rumbleing noise started up and we started moving , passing the farm I once used to come from on a journey to the unexplored. The spinning tires kicked up the dirt road making it hard to breathe , excitement filled me , and questions baffled me. Exploring beyond the dirt, beyond the place I knew best . Out of my comfort zone , and alone .

Soon the dirt road had ended and the grey cement was now what we traveled on , what a diffrence , such a smoother ride . The ride was long and boring , we started to slow down so I assumed we reached our destination . It had a tube on the roof and smoke was coming out of it , there was a sign onfront of the long shiney door which read 'Asian Pickle Factory' what was I doing here? How could I read? Well anyways , my fate was now determined. I was destined to be a pickle , but the process was it painful? Would I still be alive? My nerves got the best of me and I started paniking trying to escape . I was despereate to get out , I didn't want to be a pickle .

It was too late , I was trapped behind the golden gates connecting me to the road. 'Doomed' thats all i could think , we arrived at the loading station prepared to be unloaded. Shaking and hyperventalating. Barrels full of vinager , never smelt a liquid the smelt so sour. What were they for .. I was awaiting the pain , they picked up the wooden bin I was in , heading for the barrel's Walking quickly but their agility was magnifient as we reached the barrel I braced myself for anything , pain , a life after death , just something.. The bin started to tilt, I started to roll down into the the vinager , no longer was I in the box but in mid air , time slowed it felt like I was suspended in mid air seemed like minuets before all of a sudden , things became reality and I plumbited down, to the bottom of the barrel with a plunk. Fully imersed in the vinager I expect something strange to happen , expecting to feel pain I waited . When I could no longer hold my breathe I took one big breathe in , filling my mouth with the tangy fluid. I swallowed with my puckered face and tried again , desperate for air I kept on breatheing in , untill there was no more air in my lungs and I just gently shut my eyes and fell to a deep sleep.

Months later..

I wake up to the sound of something running down the drain , I was alive but I felt diffrent , I felt older. What had happened to me! I scope the room , I see dark green things right beside me , my vision was blurred but they looked familiar like old cucumber friends I made on he journey here , but no longer were they cucumbers , they were the same as me . I didn't like the new me , it was indescribable how i felt , but one word that I could use was angry . Not intentionaly but the vinager did something to us . Again we were being transported somewhere diffrent , but this time not in a wooden box nor in a truck , a clean jar with some sort of liquid in it , but this time the liquid didnt smell bad it smelt like every other pickle in the room , there was also a plant in it probaly dill. One by one we were put into the container , untill it was my turn , i tried to roll away but i had to controll of my body anymore , paralized forever .

I dived into the jar expect something interesting to happen . I thought this time for good I would be out in the open to see the world , but no life in a jar you can't see anything through the cloudy liquid. Alone in a jar , nothing to see and nothing to do . I descided to end this miserable trip . I closed my eyes a fell asleep , 'not to be disturbed' I thought as a drifted off to sleep.

My long slumber was rudly interupted when the sealed jar lid snapped open , a fork immersed itself into the jar and stabbed one of the pickles , then again and again untill there was only one pickle left. Me. Closer and closer the fork came , I tried to blink it all away but everytimeI opened my eyes it was closer. Soon it was close enough , its sharp points break my bumpy outter skin, I couldn't feel it , but I watched and imagined it. My eyes started getting heavy and my heart slowed down , I felt weak and my body was telling me to give up. I knew it was my time I could tell, this would be the end of my journey of becomeing a pickle. 'Goodbye' I said as I closed my eyes to rest of enternal sleep.