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.