Day 3:
My New Home

I feel very strange. I do not feel like myself at all. I am not a tree anymore I am paper. Most of the pain has gone away but I was compacted into a package and I am on another truck. The truck stops and I hear a lot of different voices. I'm thrown onto a shelf at a store. I sit there bored until I get picked up from a little boy. I hear him say, "Mommy I need this paper for my first day of second grade!" I am purchased and thrown into a bag. Im brought to Kenny's house and put into his binder. He is very excited for his first day of school and not going to lie I am pretty excited to be traveling with him. We arrive to school and he opens to his first clean piece of paper. I'm ready to be written on! He looks at me with the biggest smile on his face and starts drawling on me. It is a weird ticklish feeling, it feels kind of cool. I'm with Kenny for the whole school year. After awhile getting written on was getting old. He would mess up, throw me out, or scribble on me. It was the last day of second grade and all of the kids were emptying out their binders. I was tossed into a blue recycling bucket and the other papers said were going to be recycled. We were thrown in a box on a truck to the recycling plant. I'm praying this process is not as painful as my transformation into paper was. In order to become new paper I have to be deinked. Once all of the written has gotten off of me I am repulped to remove the harmful chemicals from the ink. It is possible that I can be turned into more than just paper throughout my life and I can be recycled up to seven times. Each new time I get recycled the fibers inside of me get weaker and it is a horrible feeling. I've already been recycled twice and I am not looking forward to the next five times. I hope my life gets easier. I miss being at my home in the forest.

Day 2:
Arriving at the Paper Mill

I feel like I have been on this truck for days. I'm uncomfortable and have no idea where we traveled too. I'm worried about my home and wishing I was back there. The truck finally stops in a dark place and I hear the men get out of the truck. I am taken out of the truck and thrown into another bucket were  I am being pulled closer to a very loud machine. I was thrown into a debarking machine with other trees. The other trees and I rub against each other ripping the bark off of our bodies and I feel like my body is being ripped apart. Once I am left with no more bark I am moved to the chipping machine. A large rotating knife chops shreds me into little pieces. I went from the tallest tree in the forest to little one inch shreds. I have lost all hope for my survival. The next step in my terrible day was is the pulping process. This process separates the cellulose and hemi-cellulose from whatever is left from my tree life.  I heard the men saying that this process was most important because the remaining fibers are used to produce paper! I knew I was now done and I should just give up. I was than moved into the digester that turned me into a wet pulp material. I hope the pain is almost over. Once there is nothing left inside of me I am pressure cooked for the fibers to form me into a solid state. When I become a solid state again I can feel that I am no longer a tree. I have become paper. 

A Day in the Life of Paper!

Day 1:
 A Relaxing Day in the Forest

It is a beautiful Spring day in the woods. The bird are chirping and the sun is shining. All I can see for miles is a baby blue colored sky clear with no clouds in sight. My fellow trees and I are just relaxing enjoying the beautiful day like always. Being a tree is not very exciting though, we do the same thing everyday. We stand around having animals climb on us, losing our leaves, living a consistent life. Usually, our forest is very quiet and nothing really happens. Lately the other trees have been hearing that the community was trying to find a place to build a new shopping center. We all feared that our forest was going to be used for the new shopping center. After days of worrying nothing happened, so we figured another forest has been cut down. One afternoon I was taking my daily nap and I heard loud booms and a saw-like sound. I turn my branches around and witness my friend fall to the ground, being copped up, and thrown on the back of a truck. I open my eyes wider and realized that most of the forest has been chopped down. I could hear the men below me talking and I knew I was next to go. I felt as if I was dying, slowly falling to the ground branch by branch. The men chopped me to the ground and brought me over to the truck. Millions of thoughts were going through my head and I was terrified. They threw me on the truck with a bunch of other trees and I hear the men say lets take them to the factory! The other trees tell me that we are going to be made into paper. I just lay on the truck wishing this wasn't real life.