Write a story about yourself from the perspective of an object, thing, animal, or another person.
For some reason, the man who made me called me Rubik's cube, I am only a puzzle so I shouldn't care, but perhaps a better name would have been nice. He did pick nice colors to put on each side, I only wish that the joints within my insides worked smoother and it wasn't so hard for this young girl, I think that her name is Laurie, to turn me as she plays around with the puzzle. I have to hand it to the man who put me together, he made me one very hard puzzle.
From what I can sense, this Laurie girl is bound and determined to figure me out. She plays with me everyday and this has been going on for a solid month since the day that she took me out of my box. So far she has solved three sides, for a little girl she is doing really well. I'm especially thankful for her gentle touch, I can tell that she loves me. She turns me this way and that without straining the joints and she has never thrown me, not once. Actually I haven't seen her get frustrated, not once which I am sure isn't the norm.
I like having Laurie as my keeper, she puts me on her bookcase near all of her books. When she isn't playing with me, she is reading and if she isn't reading, she is trying to figure me out. She is making a lot of progress, she has cracked the most important part, she has all of the corners figured out.
Hallelujah, Laurie solved me, she has been working on me for three whole months and she did it. I hope that she won't just put me on her shelf and forget about me. I'll be sad.
Great news, she hasn't put me away. She still plays with me, she scrambles me up and puts me back to rights. I am pretty sure that I am her favorite thing in the world. I really lucked out when I ended up as her toy.