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Throw it Away.

September 8, 2015
By Olivia-Atlet ELITE, Dardenne Prairie, Missouri
Olivia-Atlet ELITE, Dardenne Prairie, Missouri
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Favorite Quote:
"To these the past hath its phantoms,
More real than solid earth;
And to these death does not mean decay,
But only another birth"
- Isabella Banks

I was stuck inside something.
It slid beneath my legs, made me tumble forwards, backwards.
I careened sideways.

The world outside was foggy, not quite that crystalline plethora of colors I was used to.

The movement around me seemed foreign; nothing would stop,
and there was only grey, white, grey, white, grey, white.

I heard a soft thud against something, and the cage I was inside flung me forward.
My heart skipped. I hit the wall.

It scooted out a little more, but didn’t continue under my squat little appendages.

I sat and gathered my breath, unsure as to where I was, how I had gotten there.
The opening had been blocked by a dusty rock.
I was dejected, defeated.
My eyes watered.
My stomach dropped.

I would not be home under that tree later, would I?

I nudged at it with my head and face, desperately trying to move it away.

I remember back to this morning as I slump down.

“Throw your trash away.”
“Fine mom.”

She hadn’t thrown her trash away.

“Throw it away,” the turtle cried in his plastic cell. “Throw it away.”

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