Day 3: Leaving My Friends For a New Home

A grimy hand grasped me and pulled me from my safe home in the fridge. "Why me?" I asked myself as I nodded goodbyw to my friends. After being swiped and thrown into a cupholder of a Jeep I knew I was in for a bumpy ride. This teenager took a swig of me and some of my delicious liquid was gone. Another after another. I could feel is disappearing inside of my clear body. Then, with a flick of his hand he threw me into some sort of can, but I was glad to be reunited once again with some of my glass friends. Later that evening a truck arrived and picked us up with a loud thud. Click. Clash. Boom! Into another truck we go. What an uncomfortable ride that was! I was kind of out of it from being in the truck, but they seemed to hand sort us according to what we looked like. I was with all the clear bottles, while some of my pink glass friends were together, as well as the blue glass. One last thing happened before I blacked out once more. Click, Clash. Hiss. I knew where I was once again. The hot cabin.