A/N: I had to write a story about an empty glass for my English class last year I thought I'd post it. Hey, it got me an A+. Tehe. Not to brag or anything… hehehe.

CPOV

I am a glass. A lonely glass. An empty glass. I'm sorry, I didn't introduce myself. I'm Cornelius Tate. I never had these problems before. It just all started when I got that awful letter. After that then everything went wrong.

It was all fine and dandy for a while. Then people used me less and less, and then nobody used me at all.

Well, as I said before it all started when that letter came in 1991. Now it's 2007 and I'm just sitting on somebody's shelf collecting dust.

Sometimes, when I'm feeling really lonely, I think about where all my old friends are and remember all the good times we used to have. I was a fearless youth and so were all my friends. I remember old Harold, he was a candle holder, my best friend as a lad. Oh, the look on his face if he could see me now. And what he would say. Probably something along the lines of "Cornelius Fredrick Tate! How can you just sit there doing nothing all day? Don't you have anything better to do? Like go bungee jumping with me at Last Glass Point?" Harold never was too subtle about things. It could never be anything like that again, ever since that horrible terrible letter.

My mum never liked me being friends with Harold. I remember my mum always telling me off for playing with him as a lad. My mum thought he was a bad influence on me. My mum thought I was the brightest lad in my bunch, and I probably was.

My mum and dad were vases.

Oh dear that just got me thinking of that terrible letter. I remember when I got that letter. It was the very beginning of my problems. The letter read:

Dear Mr. Cornelius Tate,

I am sorry to inform you that your parents have fallen off their shelf. They have shattered into 10,000 pieces. Unfortunately they can not recover. I'm deeply sorry.

Sincerely yours,

Mr. Ronald Bates

That letter broke my heart. Then it seemed that everybody stopped using me and I became just a wall ornament.

Things got worse. My friendship with Harold came crashing down. I got a crack in my fine glass. I wanted to crash off my shelf.

I don't know how I made it without someone using me. I was a lunatic for the time being. I still can't stand it sometimes.

I don't know why I can't move. I could before. Maybe I'm just paralyzed in shock. Never getting over what happened. I don't know why.

I'm just a lonely, empty glass.

A/N: So…what do you think?? It's supposed to be kinda humorous so if you laughed about his misfortunes, it's ok. Review please!!