Billy the dollar bill

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An exciting week from a dollar bill.

Submitted: April 08, 2011

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I was lying on the counter, not thinking about anything evil at all. The nice old lady was about to pick me up and take me home in her purse. All of the sudden everyone was screaming loudly. I didn't know what was going on. I saw a man walking towards the counter with something dark in his hand. From that moment on everything happened so fast. The man grabbed me and some of my friends. Suddenly I was in the dark. I found myself in a bag with a lot of other dollar bills. I couldn’t see anything only my hearing helped me understanding what was going on. It sounded like total chaos. By the constant swaying of the bag I figured that I was carry out of the bank. When the swaying stopped we were dropped to the ground. It sounded like a car was started and then we drove off with squeaking wheels. The noise outside the bag was gone but inside everyone was freaking out. I however tried to stay clam. Being kidnapped really is not a good way to start the week. After what felt like forever the car finally stopped. Again we were picked up and again the bag began to sway back and fourth heavily. I was starting to get nauseous. This time we were put down slowly almost tender. When the bag opened I was blinded by the bright light. The man from the bank took all of us out of the bag and put us on the table. I watched the sun go down then I fell asleep. The next morning a fresh breeze blew me off the table. It took the man a few hours to find me on the floor. When he pick me up he put me next to a weird looking pile of dollar bills. They looked very new but also kind of fake. They’re colors were wrong and they look a bit wet like a new painted bench. The next few hours nothing happened. I just sat there on the table watching the man go in and out of the room. Two times he left the house and both times he came back with a new bag full of bills. Sometimes he went in the back of the house too. When he came back he carried a bunch of new, wet-looking dollars. I woke up in the middle of the night when a car drove up in front of the house. Someone knocked at the wooded door. The man rose fast from his sleep. The person outside knocked once again. I heard counting outside. At one the door flew open. All of us took of with the wind. Most of us landed on the floor. Some of us including me were carried out of the house. It was just then when I saw the house was an old looking cabin in the woods. The wind lifted me up higher and I could see the police cars parked outside. I saw the man being pushed to the parking cars. After a while the wind stopped. Slowly I fell back down on to the ground. It was a nice little road in the forest. I saw nobody for a few days. Then I finally saw a jogger. A young women came my way and stopped. She looked at me, picked me up and put me in her purse. Again I was in the dark but I felt safer then I felt in the bag. When the woman opened her wallet again I found myself in a coffee shop. She handed me over to an old lady who looked familiar to me. She put me in the cash register. At the end of the day when she open the register to take me out I remembered her. It was the same old lady who wanted to pick me up at the bank. She put me in her purse. At the of the day I found myself back on the same counter I was lying before. This time she handed me and and some other bills over to the man behind the counter. He put me and my friends in a box where I finally could sleep.


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