I got down in the water trying to find my parents. The water smelt like nothing pure, it's full of chemicals and it's heard to breath in this.
As I passed many ways down I see my other friends. One stuck in a plastic bag and not able to come out, second whose flips have cut it so badly that he can't swim. I moved towards them and tried to help them with it. After many efforts it came out and they were able to swim again.
I got deep down in the water its dark due to the spilling of oil in the water and the food I tasted is like it is made of chemicals.
Rusted junk parts drop on my right flip and it's sharp point sliced it.
I cried out in pain still tried to swim through it to get to my parents as fast as possible.
With my other three flips I made my journey. I came through many of my friends who were attacked in this and try to get out. It seems like a curse to their lives.
Can it be a punishment? But what kind of punishment it is when it is without faults. Is this the life I am going to live? Is my dream will ever change into reality? With all of these I swam as hard as possible to avoid everything.
A faint and similiar smell came to my nose and I dived to that way. As I reached to that place I can see that my mother is no more alive see choked on to a plastic and blood was coming from everywhere from her body and my fathers flips were tied to something like that as he is trying to move it cut it's part as I moved forward there was only three flips left in his body.
I pulled out the plastic and rubber items slowly and to tear it slowly and gradually it came out and my father was not able to swim with it's left away flips.
I gave him most of the support and tried him to move far away from this place to find a decent one to get away with it.
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Hey friends I tried my best to keep up with this story so as to give them a safe and happy life from plastic, so let's say no to plastic.
