Day 12

I have arrived and from what I have heard, I am being recycled. They are going to make me good as new, at least that is what some of the other pieces of paper are saying. They want to reuse us because apparently people want to cut down on the amount of trees they use. So instead of cutting down more trees, they just recycle used paper, and create new paper with it. Hopefully it is not a long process. I want to get out of here, some of these pieces of paper are getting on my nerves.

Day 10

After being thrown into the bin, they brought me to a larger container, and from there they dumped me into a truck. I couldn't make out what is said exactly, but I believe that it said recycling somewhere on it. I'm not certain where I am being taken, but it can't be any worse than the paper mill. That was dreadful.

Day 9

I arrived in Gainesville, Florida today. Someone bought me already and it seems like he is going to use me right now. The man mumbled something to himself, I think he said he needed to get a pencil, at least that is what I think he said. He has just started to drag his pencil all over me, it actually tickles quite a bit. Wait a minute, why is he crumbling me up? Oh no, he has just thrown me into this bin.

Day 6

The process turned out to be much worse than I had anticipated. I do not remember anything after being debarked, I guess I passed out. All I know now is I am a sheet of paper, and they are beginning to wind us up into rolls of papers. They said they will be shipping us all across the world, so people can use us for variety of different things. I always wanted to travel the world, so maybe this will be a positive thing.

Day 3

I have finally gotten an opportunity to write. We arrived at a paper mill, as it is called, today. There were children there, they were being given a tour of how this paper stuff is made. Apparently they are using us, they said something about debarking, and turning us into wood chips then pressure cooking us. It sounds like a painful process, but it can't be that bad. Not that it matters, as I do not have much of a choice.

Day 1

It is just another day in the forest here. There is a nice cool breeze along with a warming sunshine today. However, rumor has it that there are people coming today to take us away from here. I'm not sure who is coming, or where they are taking us, but I am very worried. Oh no, I think I see some people coming!