Personal Narrative

The aromas of ink and paper filled my senses, I was printed on a square sheet of paper, other bills surrounded me. I suddenly had become aware that I had been created. I was filled with thoughts of being free and happy, but then I realized I couldn’t move or talk. I would forever be passed around, under the control of someone who didn’t know I had thoughts. I would never be able to have a word, give my opinion, I would only be able to exist. My thoughts were quickly put aside when I saw the blade coming down. It sliced through the sheet of paper I was connected to, I could feel the panic of the other bills. Then I felt the pain, the excruciating pain, I could feel the fibers in the paper being sliced. I was separated from my fellow brethren,

I could faintly hear the plane engine rumbling as it started up, but that was all I heard for the rest of the plane ride. After a while, I had become accustomed to this silence and darkness. Then without warning, our box was lifted, but sat down again. The environment was much different now, I could see light pouring through the cracks in the box and noise filled my ears. It was incredibly noisy, I could overhear cars passing, their horns honking, and people talking. Where in the world was I? It must be a city, but which one, New York City, Chicago, or Los Angeles? A utility knife suddenly came into view, it was slicing through the tape. I would finally be able to see where I was! But what I saw was what I should have been expecting, a vault, I’m such an idiot! What did I think, that I was just going to be dropped in the middle of the city and be able to go anywhere I wanted. Yeah, fat

The universe decided I was having too good of a time. It was a very windy day in London, and my owner was exchanging me for euros. How I had begged and pleaded not to be traded, although I knew it was hopeless, because they couldn’t hear me. But that was the very least of my problems. It was already quite windy, when a big gust of wind detached me from my owner's hand. I flew in the wind, and I could see the face of panic in their face. They certainly didn’t care for my well being, but only for my value and what I was worth. In my adventure in the air I flew straight into the