Life from the Perspective of an Elevator - Kyla Wyryha

I remember my younger days when my doors were shiny silver and my buttons were glowing, waiting to be pushed. Everyday I looked forward to people entering and exiting through my shiny doors on the 28 floors of this hotel. Mostly families with many children. Sometimes the children would push every single button sending my to every floor, empty. It was such a waste of time. This was only the beginning of my problems. After just a few days of running, the music that continuously played drove me insane. The same song played over and over. I am certain the guests got sick of it too. Some days just as I was about to take off, you would see an arm sneak between my doors, stopping them. Someone eager to come on would then realize that I’m already full and end up having to wait anyways. This made me really angry. Now, 33 years later, my doors are tarnished and I squeak every time I pass a floor. My life is full of ups and downs and people are always pushing my buttons. I’m tired of it.