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Along With The Waves

                The Earth never stopped from living its life. After a lot of challenge that this planet had overcome, it's still breathing, full of life. It never ceased to amaze its inhabitants each day that passes. Discoveries, inventions and innovations were made each day. But problems also never failed to show up.

                 Humans produce a lot of materials whether helpful or destructive. Take a phone for example, it's a necessity nowadays. Other forms of gadgets can be classified as "needs" now that the world is modernized. But let's not forget the small materials that they produce.

                 I've been living here in a spacious blue house. Though it has no roofs, no foundations, no ceilings and no walls, to say that it is perfect was an understatement. Some parts were a bit rocky and some are kelp-y, I enjoy living here. Also, I'm living with the others even if we are not family by blood. It's just that we treat each other as one, living a happy life.

                 As I was narrating, they produce these small materials that deceived them to think that they are harmless, the plastics. Plastics vary in sizes, color, density and other form of physical appearance. But they all have the same agenda when not treated properly.

                 I went outside our house and saw billions of sandcastles, towering over each other as far as my eyes can see. I thought that they are cute and amazing. There were tiny people there, thriving in their so-called places as home.

                 They were holding an alien material that glistens when struck by sunlight, varies by color and translucency. And yes, those materials are plastics. I watched them, clearly observing their movements. In return, they didn't notice me at all.

                 Instead of getting frustrated, I gave them some of my home, allowing it to flow beside them, continuing until all of them can have access. They stared at it in awe as a part of my house sparkled under the sunlight. I giggled and continued watching.

                 At first, they throw the materials into a bin, compiling them until a four-wheeler truck loads them in. But what has got my interest was what the truck will do with it.

                 I followed the truck and my body froze in horror. Thousands of trucks were unloading plastics into my home, many were sinking, many were floating. My heart thumped fast and hard from the sight. The materials created a sickly brown color and strong odors that made my nose scrunch up in disgust.

                 "Stop!" I shouted at them.

                 They didn't stop, continuing as if I was just a ghost. The plastics were continuously poured. "AAH! HELP US!" I heard my friend called. Soon after, many followed the cry of horror.

                 I couldn't move. I can't do anything. I couldn't save my family. Humans were manipulating my movements.

                 They have grown so abusive towards what was given to them. I need to make them stop.

                 I've had enough.

                 Along with the waves, soon they will perish.