I was once a man, and in my eyes, a good man, not everyone thought that though. My father was a farmer, I helped him with his job because he could not plough fields by himself. In my father's eyes, I was a saint. In my mother's eyes, I was a selfish brat. No one really liked me in the village, come to think of it, I don't even think that my father liked me, he just used me to plough his fields. I didn't see what was that bad about me but everyone else did.
I loved to surf the internet, google and facebook would keep my eyes glued to the screen all day. out of all of them, facebook was my favourite site. I could keep up to date with friends and see what they had been up to. Great, just great. It was an amazing invention.
On the 30th of June 2241, I was being looked down on by one of the many Gods in my culture of Greek. The God looking down at me was Aristaeus, the God of the internet. He obviously didn't like me hence the result of my transformation. Aristaeus sounded like he was quite arrogant and selfish. I shared my feelings towards Him to my peers (well I thought they were my peers) and He must have heard me. That very night I was turned into Facebook. Everyone was glad that I had vanished, there was even a party! I felt as if I had deserved this and I would learn from my mistakes and that Aristaeus would free me. 10 years on and I've transformed but inton Twitter instead. I have learnt from my mistakes and yet I'm still stuck in the world that is the Internet!
