Lost Waters {#PlanetOrPlastic Contest}

Lost Waters 2

"One ticket to Cold Falls, please." The guy at the counter looks at me with a smile and hands me the ticket.

"Here you go. Happy Journey!" I smile back. "2B" I mutter under my breath as my eyes scan the station.

 'Finally!!' I am finally going home after 10 years'. The excitement was totally evident on my face, the 2 hours journey was feeling like an eternity to me.

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The train halted; Gathering the luggage I looked out of the window. The breathtaking view of the Saffron Mountains in the background is a proof that Heaven is a place on Earth. 

"Sera!" My mom exclaims. Quickly pulling her into a hug, I felt a soothing excitement in my heart.

Mom took my suitcase and we started walking toward her car. "There's a lot of people here," I said looking around, the place was fully packed, it was completely different from what I remember.

"Yeah! The town turned into a popular tourist destination a few years ago." Mom sighs as she puts the suitcase in the trunk. 

'A tourist destination!?' I raise my eyes in disbelief.  Well, development is always needed.

My mom put on the music and accelerated towards the road. We were talking about my job in New York and then the topic shifted to Aunt Carrie's new dogs. The ride from the station to our house is of 20 mins, so we were having a great time catching up.

"Honey! Roll up the windows," Mom says she rolls her side up.

"Why? The brook is coming. The air is always great there." 

"The air was great but now--" Mom steps on the break. I am still totally confused as to what is happening.  "Let's check out your favorite stream." She says with a meek smile on her face.

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As we were walking towards the brook, my foot lands on a plastic bottle, and when I look down, I gasp in horror. "Mom," I call in a low voice.

"I know." She says and bows her head. The plastic bottle was not just simply a plastic bottle but the head of White-Throated Sparrow was trapped in it. The poor bird must have stuck her head in it and ended up losing its life.

Moving nearer to the brook, I saw a lot of plastic bags, bottle, ropes, and other things lying around. "You might want to cover your nose," Mom says. 

"The brook!" I gasped as I saw that the brook was not sparkling with clean water but was smelled like a sewer line. The dead fishes floating on top of the black oily water, plastic floating everywhere and a danger sign nailed on the tree.

"How? What?" My brain was stuck and my tongue was not cooperating.

"The tourism project's first destination." She sighs, hatred oozing from her voice. "The brook you remember is long gone and all is left is a graveyard of nature."

"WE LOST IT."

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Author's Note:  I just wanted to write another chapter. It's never enough when spreading awareness. 

 Writing can covey a lot of things, it's not just about the writer emotions but also the thinking and morals. I stand for the Plastic Ban because I have witnessed its horrors first hand and it's literally not something which should be taken lightly.