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Well i was writting my creativ story for english and i thought i'd share it with you guys. please bare in mind it is only a first copy and changes are going to be made to it, but if you could tell me what you guys think i would really apprechiate(sp) it.

by the way i did't pick the theme, and the ending is rushed and not very good but i'm going to be changin that if i can get round to it.

There isn’t much to tell you about my life but I will try. It was in a factory in Surrey that my life as a tin can started, I knew I wasn’t brand new, I had been something else before I had been a tin can, but my memories of that life are hazy and I can’t remember most of it so that I one story that I can not tell you. Any way I will get back to what you want to know about, the factory that created me wasn’t very big, either that or I never saw it all, thinking back on it, it was most likely to be the latter. Once I had been made I had a label stuck to me, I still remember the resentment I felt as I was labelled. I was no longer me, I was no longer unique, now I was just one of millions of another of other cans that had been made into a home for chicken and noodle soup.

It wasn’t long before I was put in a box with other cans. Our box was thrown carelessly into a lorry and taken to a place the humans call a supermarket, but to me it wasn’t super, it was as far from super as you could get, to me it was hell. Hundreds of people picking you up before shaking their heads and putting you back on the shelf. Do you know how that feels? To be rejected over and over again, let me just tell you this, it doesn’t do much for your self esteem. As time slowly dragged on I begun to get closer and closer to my sell by date, and of course no one wanted me now. The people that worked at the supermarket came to take me away from the other cans like me and they placed me on a shelf that was labelled, reduced, this and everything else that had happened to me was sending me into a downwards spiral of depression.

Now that I was on this shelf not as many people came to look at me, this meant that I wasn’t getting disturbed as much but secretly I wanted someone to come and look at me, and maybe just maybe some one would want to buy me. The next day a human came to study my label. She was talking to someone in a language that I couldn’t understand, even though I couldn’t understand the strange words she spoke I knew without doubt that they were not directed at me. She placed me on the back on the shelf with a gentleness that I wasn’t used to. I expected her to walk away and leave me, but to my surprise she didn’t. She sighed and picked me up again.

The human carried me away from the shelf that had become my home. I felt a shiver run through my metal sides. I couldn’t wait to have this soup inside me taken out, it sucked having something else inside of me, something alien inside of me felt very wrong indeed. The human placed me on a moving shelf, I knew that it wasn’t a shelf, but I had only ever known shelves so to me that’s what it was. Once I had got to the end of the shelf s strange human scanned me and said something in a language that I didn’t know. My owner, no not my owner I was a living thing and so I couldn’t be owned well to me I was living, to the humans I was just a can, handed something over to the strange human.

The human picked me up and carried me away from hell. It wasn’t long before she placed me on the seat of her car and took me to her home. Once we were at the humans home she put me on a table and left me. Now that I was on my own I had a chance to reflect on my past, but that didn’t take me long and soon I was free to ponder what was going to happen to me. I knew that it couldn’t be long before the human would tear me open and drain me dry, I wondered if it would be painful when I was opened. I wanted to know if I would be recycled or if I would be sent to a land fill and help cause global warming, or even worse than contributing to global warming I would for ever remain a stupid can. I hadn’t given much thought to what I wanted to be if I was recycled but I wanted to be something good and exciting.

It seemed like ages before the human came back but actually it was only about an hour. I knew it couldn’t be long now before I would find out if it would cause me pain to be opened. I saw the human as she opened a drawer and reached for a can opener and then a bowl. As the human came over to me I could feel a sense of dread. Time seemed to go in slow motion as the human cut me open using the can opener. It didn’t hurt as much as I thought I would but I could feel it and it was painful. The human tipped me upside down and poured my contents into the bowl. She placed the bowl in the microwave and while the revolting stuff was cooking she took me outside and threw me carelessly into a blue box.

There were a few other cans in the box, but they weren’t very talkative and I was beginning to get very, very bored. I didn’t really know what was going to happen to me now, but I was deeply embarrassed, all these other tins had been washed and looked really clean. I was almost outraged, why had the human not washed me? Why was I here with my insides coated in the sickly soup I had been home to while these others tins were so impressively clean? If I could have I would have thrown a strop and demanded to be cleaned, but I was a tin can and tin cans can’t really throw a tantrum now can they?

Night came and covered me in a blanket of darkness, I was scared, I had never been out in the dark before and anything could happen to me out here. I felt exposed and unsafe, the other cans didn’t seem to be bothered, it was obviously not there first time out in the darkness. If things weren’t already bad enough already it started to rain, the rain stung me like a thousand bees. I didn’t know what was happening and I was confused and scared, but I could do nothing except wait for morning.

Morning broke across the horizon and with it I felt a new sense of hope wake up in me, last night I’d had a lot of time to think about every thing, and I had come up with a conclusion. I was going to be recycled, I really hoped that I was going to be recycled, and I hoped that I wouldn’t be made into another tin. I had decided that I wanted to be a part of a car or an aeroplane, people liked cars and planes and they looked after them and cared for them, well that’s what I wanted, I wanted someone to care for me and look after me, I think I deserved that much at least after having that sickly and revolting soup inside of me for so long.

The sun was high in the middle of the sky and I could hear the loud roar of a lorry as it got nearer and nearer to me. A large man picked up my box and with a roughness that suggested that he didn’t really enjoy his job he emptied the contents of my box into the back of the lorry. In the lorry it was dark and that is all I can remember. The darkness.