(Idea from other BNC members)


I was made. I was structure in a way to look like a plastic bottle. I was scared but I trusted my family. My mum has been through life three times because of the three generous people who took her to the recycling bin. I hoped for that to happen to me. I wished it will.

I was made and put into a pack. I made some new friends there. As we always waited in vans and shelves, we talked about the life we wanted.

One day, a lady pulled me. She pulled me by the neck and placed me into her trolley. She took me home in a bag, surrounded by other plastic packages.

When we got home, she twisted my head off and drank me. I felt as if I loss 150kg. It made me feel very nice. Then a kid got hold of me and gave me clothes! The kid put felt and paper round me and made me into a rocket. The child will play with me all the time and even snuggle with me at night. I felt so lied.

But one day, the lady came back. And this time, she came with a teddy bear. The kid was so happy to see the teddy bear. I loved the way she smiles. It seemed like the day she found me and used me. But then, I was thrown into the bin.

In the bin I lay with other things near me. I was so alone. How I wish I was with my family and friends. I was hoping that I was in a recycling bin so I can get a new life.

Little did I know I was in a litter bin by he street. A truck came an took me to a place where they crushed me and moulded me. Then I was thrown once again onto a pile of trash. How unfair! The people who threw me knew where I belonged yet they didn't move me!

So I lay there. Everyday. Remembering the smile on the little girls face.

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