Hi! This is my submission to the #PlanetOrPlastic contest going on this November, offered by @nationalgeographic. Please understand the damage this material is doing to our planet and how if we start limiting the amounts of plastic now we could save our future.
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As the world burned around us, cluttered by garbage, waste, floating plastic bags, and enough plastic bottles to fill the beach one hundred times I grabbed onto my best friends arm seeing the flames of destruction forming around us as the world we knew was coming to an end. No longer were there green trees surrounded by lengthy rich grass, no more flowers, clean beaches, or even clean sand. What we stared at now was a world on fire. Surrounded by what we should've tried to stop years ago, but didn't bother to look up from our lives enough to notice. Without a word to call a healthy planet we were all freaking out. But no one lost is more than Nathan, my closest friend. Without a word he freed himself from my grasp on his arm and ran out into the beach. His bare feet bleeding as he touched the sand from broken bottles and left behind plastic containers everywhere. He went out into the waters covered on top by plastic bottles with remains of soda rings and small cheap bags floated through underneath. Water life was extinct now, besides the rare few fish wandering below the dark waters. This upset Nathan more than anything. He wandered farther into the water and I didn't know what he was doing until a large bang from an abandoned building erupted a deafening boom and he screamed at the top of his lungs in agony of what our world had become. The few people beside us watched him lose his mind, and I didn't know what to tell him or how to say it would get better. Because it couldn't. We took this too far, it was our own fault. The world we see is what we all created. I wish there was someone I could say sorry to for our faults, but we only admit we're wrong when there's no way to make it right.
