I was one of the unlucky ones. I was placed right in the front row, next to the cola cans, squashed against my brethren in a sub-zero cooler. The first one to go? That was me. Some secondary school kids came in; three boys and two girls, and four of them grabbed a can of Coke. One of the girls, however, was unhappy to find that decaffeinated coke wasn’t on the racks, so picked me up, remarking at how much she loved cream soda. The fellow cans moved forward a place as I was removed from mine. My insides were worth 49 pence. She paid with a fifty pence piece and received a penny change, which she dropped in a plastic collection tin for Cancer Research. She carried me out of the shop and I noticed she had a yellow LIVESTRONG band round her wrist.
My ring-pull was ripped off me, and I was tipped at more or less a 90 degree angle as she drained me of my innards. They were almost gone in about six gulps (she must have been thirsty). I was then held all the way to her school, and upon entering, I was deposited in a recycle bin, atop many other can corpses. It was dark in there; only two holes slightly larger than a can to let light in.
Three hours I spent in there. Three hours that dragged on for an eternity. The bin lid was removed, light flooding in from outside. Unfortunately, I can not describe what happened to me next, but when I was able to comprehend what was happening to me, I was a part of a plane, and (you’ll never believe this) she was there! The girl who bought me was there! She must have been rich, because she was in a first class seat. I was unusually happy to see her…
I spent a few years on that aeroplane, and then the same thing happened. When I came to, I was a train. She was there, too! I became a part of a lot of things; a spaceship her father worked on, a set of compasses she bought and even a hubcap on a Ferrari she rode in. However, the Ferrari was sold and one day, it crashed (nobody was hurt but the car was wrecked); and I was recycled again, this time, back to another lousy, stinking cream soda can. And, guess who bought me? That’s right! She did.
This is in support of the Lance Armstrong cancer fund (those yellow LIVESTRONG bands everyone wears) and recycling. Save the planet, protect the animals, peace on earth all that jazz.
! I have my 'make history poverty band' 'best bullying' and 'livestrong' band 
At least the money went to cancer and other good causes. 
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