Will I ever get out of this place? I was part of an infestation of useless, lifeless, bronze pennies. We were all like a class of children. You have the naughty kids, the dumb kids, the weird kids, the nerds, the quiet kids, the normal kids and the teacher's pet. I was like the quiet kid I suppose, I never spoke to anyone; no one ever spoke to me. But I liked it that way because I had a lot of thinking time. I liked to imagine things. Once, I imagined being inside a woman's handbag and going to watch the World Cup Final. At best, I even envisaged falling out of a man's pocket as he was exiting from a Boeing 787 and Usain Bolt: the worlds fastest man picking me up and slipping me into his jacket. I pictured bouncing from side to side in excitement due to the fact that Usain Bolt had actually cared about me! It never happened, but until then I was stuck inside a shiny, plastic bag.
Every day hundreds of of bronze circles were added to our family of coins by a young boy who's eyes were as saggy as a Bassett Hound and a spirit as low as the devil. But on a dark and dull afternoon when all the coins, except me, took a nap I noticed that no more coins had been emptied into the bag. Suddenly, I heard an alarm pound and I felt a strong tug pull gravity from beneath me and I was lifted into the air surprisingly. I was shook ruggedly from side to side as I felt as if someone or something had picked us up and began sprinting. At this moment I panicked, I just wanted to curl up in a ball and lock the outside away forever. I was remarkably concerned as this had never happened to us before. The ringing alarm had now faded and ear-splitting sirens were introduced to my knowledge as we were being chased by a set of constantly flashing blue and red lights which were as bright as the burning sun.
Soon enough, we were inside a warm environment and safe for what I was told by my instincts. Everything was calmer and everyone was talking about what had happened to us before we were tipped out onto a soft, fluffy, dreamy, white mattress. Some were tossed into a wallet, some into a pocket. Me: into his pocket. There were only 40 or 50 of us in his pocket but the majority of us were flung into his backpack. The smells were repulsive inside that pocket! The smells of something that is totally indescribable were wafted up through my nostrils and a microscopic scent of a mysterious scent slithered up my nose. This fragrance disgusted me and if I could, I would've held my nose but as I'm a penny, I couldn't. Soon, I was being tossed about crashing from one side of his foul pockets to the other and I was no longer surrounded by the comfort and warmth of the shelter. Now, we were beneath the cold night's sky with a carpet of multi coloured leaves lay out revealing a path to a local park. This park was gloomy and suspicious with an air of consolidated fog blinding me from seeing any further than 5 metres in front, behind or to the side. The man who's stench revolted my sense of smell began to stroll into the centre of the park mysteriously on the lookout checking in all directions before he started to hide behind some low hanging trees. We were crouched down very low to the ground and I could feel the ice cold frost lingering on the tips of the sodden grass. A couple of moments later another suspecting man appeared from within the deep mist and approached us wearing: a grey Nike jacket with his hood up covering some of his low, spot-coated face, filthy black joggers, navy blue gloves and a pair of red/black trainers smothered in brown, wet mud. His pockets seemed to appear bulging just like the cotton stitched container I was being held inside. They exchanged nods and the man pulled out the green substance that stunk so bad in his pocket and handed it to his partner, in return he gave him a dozen £20 notes. Suddenly, I clicked; this wasn't just any green thing, this was weed! All that time I had been breathing in drugs! If I could, I would have clambered out of his pocket and battered him into next week. I was maddened by his foolish, illegal, idiotic actions! The man walked away hesitantly slowly glancing back until he was unable to be seen due to the mist. I heard a roaring smash, blaring sirens and the next thing I knew I was being rapidly lobbed to the ground along with my other friends whilst the man sprinted for his life. What the heck just happened?
The next morning when I was woke by rustling and bustling of four men wearing white suits with hoods and plastic, white, tacky gloves. There was black and yellow striped banners stuck around us in a circle reading 'DO NOT ENTER'. It was a lot clearer and I could see a colossal oak tree right in the centre of the park. There wasn't anyone in the park other than six police vans, four men in white suits and seven police men. Each of us were being picked up and taken into the police vans. I didn't have a clue what they were doing to them inside there but I wasn't looking forward to it. It was my turn and I was ferociously tugged from the soft bedding that the grass provided and placed into a blue, plastic box. Me and the box were put on a rotor and were slowly approaching a terrifying, shiny, metal machine. We went through and I saw three blinding lights flash rapidly and we were out on the other side in no time. I turned on my side to look at a black screen that showed red and blue shading on different parts of me. They took me out of the box and headed for another bag of pennies, I was glad I could be back with my mates. And we all reunited together, chatting and discussing the night before including our adventure through the silver machine. Some explained it as exciting any they wished it had happened again, others were absolutely mortified! Personally, it was the worst moment of my life that began a new chapter in my life as a penny.
