1. Tree- This serves as the best "starting" point since this is where majority of the paper would be created from. The cellulose and lignin fibers are separated to help create the paper.
2. Paper mill- This is where the paper creation begins and when they will dye the paper to become white if needed. Also here they will remove the pulp and lignin.
3. Paper- After the paper mill, the paper is now created. The paper can be used for notebooks or even cardboard depending on the paper mill.
4. Garbage- After the paper is used there are usually recycle bins for paper set up every where. After putting the paper in here it will then be sent to a specific processing plant in order to reuse the paper.
5. Processing Plant- This is to recycle the paper after it has already been used. Paper can only be processed six times after that the fibers become too small to be processed.

Day Twenty Five

Day 25: Since the last time my tiny pieces had got out by accident and I am not embedded into a tree. I can see all of the worlds beauty from here. I feel the wind from all around me and for the first time in a while I feel free. I feel like I am in my safe zone and that nothing could break me down. But not I see someone coming with something sharp, I feel like my life is now endangered. This lovely tree that I am now with is being cut down and I do not understand why! This is all becoming so very confusing for me. The tree is now cute down and now it seems as if I'm about to be broken down even more. All of me is spread throughout since I was grounded all the way down. These mean people are using the processes to create something. I'm not sure quite yet what they are making out of me. As time goes by I am starting to realize that they are turning me into what I just was. I was just recycled in order to help save time and money. Although in my mind, I think they just used more money.

Day Ten

Day 10: I have still not moved from this big garbage can filled with others like me. But today I see a huge truck coming towards me, I am nervous since I have never had any of this happen to me. The truck is picking up one bag at a time and dumping out its content into the back of it. The back of the  truck is making a weird sound and every time something goes in there it has not come back out. Oh my! It is my turn the truck has finally picked me. My anxiety level is through the normal levels and I can not focus on anything besides not getting hurt. As I get put in the back I start to feel a pressure that is pushing me together with the rest of the others. I have turned into a block pushed against the others, the pressure is unbearable. As we reach our new destination, the sign reads processing plant. That does not sound too pleasant so I become frightened. I hear a loud noise and as I look over the other blocks are being chopped and separated into pieces. I know that is my fate to come. Ouch! This is hurting worse then I thought it would. All my tiny pieces are being washed out and being drained out so I could be put to use again.

Day One

Day 1: Ah! I'm fresh out of the ream with all the others behind me, I'm the one being chosen! This nice lady has taken and protected me from those mean men at the factory. She has placed me on the outer side of this roller coaster looking thing. The lady has put something on top of the machine and closed the top. I think I may have heard someone say it is a copier machine. I've never heard of that machine, so I am quite excited. Not knowing what it next is also getting me to be anxious as well. UT oh! I have started to move towards the machine, I seem to be sliding into it. Ouch! This is putting pressure on me, this lady is not so nice anymore. My perfectly white coat now has black all over and there is not going back. Now I am at the top of the pile, each one looks exactly like me with the same design. We are walking into a big open space with desks and chairs. I get rudely thrown onto one of the desks and then before I know it i hear a whole group of people coming towards me. Ouch, a boy has grabbed me and now poking at me with a pencil. Now my white coat has black and the color of lead I am so upset for letting this happen to myself. Seems like the boy is getting ready to leave, I don't think I will be getting hurt anymore. That makes me feel happy, but only for a short while. Oh no, I am being crumpled up and tossed into this blue garbage can looking thing. I seem to have been sitting here for such a long time, I am getting bored. I just keep watching more and more people walk by me without acknowledging me. But someone is finally walking up to me, he is in a jumpsuit with a bunch of bags in his hands. I am getting nervous I don't know why he is coming towards me with a bag. He pulls the bad that I am in a ties it into a knot, it makes it difficult to breath. I am being carried and thrown around in the bag like a rag doll, until I am finally thrown into a big garbage can with a lot of other plastic bags with paper in it.