Dear Diary,

Dear Diary,

Today I was sitting in the freezer. It was cold, the kind of cold I like. Jenny opened the freezer and took one of the plastic ice cube trays to the counter. She was putting some ice cubes into a red type of drink. I guess there wasn't enough in the ice cube tray because she filled it up with water and put it back in the freezer. She grabbed the ice cube tray I was in! The temperature out of the freezer is way too warm. She never used me for her drink, she forgot about me. I was the only one left in the ice cube tray and I guess she just didn't see me because of how small I am. Minutes went by and I started falling apart in my little part of the tray. I then turned into a liquid. Jenny came back. A little too late though. I guess I can't call myself Ice Cube anymore.

Sincerely,

Water.