I have loved my new life as a piece of paper! At first it was a scary thought because I was so used to being outside all of the time, but now I am inside of a highschoolers notebook, and I get to see her face every day! She has written some notes on me, and she looks at me a lot, I am guessing because I am such a beautiful white piece of paper, but the other pieces in this notebook tell me otherwise. The end of her school year is approaching, and I fear that she may not need me anymore, but I am prepared for what will happen next.
*Last day of school*
I have been torn out of my home and into the recycling bin in the classroom. There is talk that at the end of the day I will be taken out and put into a dumpter and will have to go to a recycling plant to be made anew. All I am hoping is that this experience is not at tramatic as the first time at the factory.
I am back at the factory and will be made into a new material, which means that I must be special, considering that I have been changed once already. I have to be deinked before I am changed because I have writing all over me. After the deink, I am repupled to remove harmful chemicals, which makes me feel weaker, considering the fact that they are removing the fibers that are holding me together. It is said that I can be recycled up to seven times in my entire life, but after two I already want to quit. Since I am not as strong as I used to be, I will be made into newspaper, gravel, paperboard, or even concrete, which sounds interesting. I am curious to see what will happen next and where my life will take me.
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