Assignment 12 - Victor Allison

Blackness. Then suddenly, blinding light. I hear a rustling sound. What's that? Where am I?

Now I remember. I am a bowl. Victor eats cereal out of me a lot. Given to the Allison household as gifts thousands of drawer-shuts ago, my twin and I are purple and pink, are made to appear to contain scoops of ice cream, and reside in the middle drawer with bowls, cups, and other plastic items, just above the Tupperware. Although an argument can be made that we were designed to eat ice cream out of, due to the ice cream patterns that adorn us, Victor and Philip eat cereal out of us several times a week. Our colors have faded from what was originally too pink and too purple to not pink or purple enough, and my twin has dried mini wheat encrusted to his side. He would be alright if it weren't for the mini wheat; now he sucks. Nobody eats out of him. I lied earlier. 

I, however, am an aged god of bowls. My purple hue may have faded, but I remain as practical as ever. Rather than consisting of a single hemisphere, my bottom is flat, eradicating all possibility of a spill. My walls angle outward rather than slowly curve upward, like an overturned lampshade, allowing maximum holding capacity. I am a king of bowls. A prince of plastic food containing items.