As Promised...

The spring brought about many things in the busy days of the counter spaces, but the most important of all was Spring Cleaning. The hustle and bustle of busy cloths and bottles was enough to get everyone in the spirit of cleaning and sparkling. You see, this particular counter space was aiming to be the shiniest and freshest smelling counter space this year, and they had to clean particularily well if they wanted the award. However, as Spring Cleaning arrived, and all the bottles and cloths were getting ready to clean, one little bottle of Pine-Sol was feeling glum. It was sad because it smelled like Lysol.
"No one likes the smell of Lysol anymore!" He complained, "The new scent is lemon fresh! How will we be the cleanest counter space if I smell like Lysol?"
His sister, a mean and cruel can of Pledge would laugh and state, "It's my time to shine, now! The lemon-scent of Pledge will win us this competition. Too bad brother. I guess you'll have to go to the back of the shelves...with the other old, unwanted bottles!"
The bottle of Pine-Sol grew angry and one day, when his sister was sitting on the counter top admiring herself in the shiny coating on the counter, he sneaked up close and pushed her off the edge.
She tumbled, flipping nearly three times in the air while she screamed and cursed his name. Finally she hit the hardwood flooring, newly polished, spilling lemon-scented Pledge across the surface. It was a horrifying sight for any cleaning bottle or can. Even the cloths and towels weeped.
"What have I done?" said the Pine-Sol bottle, trying to get off the awful scent of lemons that filled the air now. Sadness hit him immediately and he hid in the back of the closet and tried to remember why he had done it, when her words hit him like a splash of bacon grease. '...you'll have to go to the back of the shelves...with all the other old, unwanted bottles!' He shivered and looked around. Dust covered the skeletons of old cans and bottles. He wiped off some dust on one bottle and found that it was marked PINE-SOL, LYSOL-SCENTED. He screamed and ran backwards, out of the horror-closet that was the forgotten cleaners.
He had thought he was the only one. That he was special because he was Pine-Sol that smelled like Lysol. He had been horribly wrong. He ran until he reached the edge of the counter. Gasps shortened his breath and he looked at where his sister had landed, now just the lemon-y smell left.
He jumped.
Hours later, he awoke in a daze. "Where am I?" he shouted.
"The table," replied a damp cloth beside him.
"But I...I..."
"You jumped off the counter?"
"That's right! Why didn't I break?" He questioned, confused.
The cloth laughed, "Honey, you're made of plastic. You're going to have to try a lot harder than that if you want to break."
He blinked and gasped as a hand picked him up and began to place him in the back of the cabinet. He screamed, "No! Not the back of the cabinet! Anything but that! Please!"
The doors shut silently and locked with a click.