Wednesday, April 25, 2012
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.
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