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.