Mr. Bill

There I lay, inside the musem that I always wanted to. These people thought I was amazing but I have seen a lot like be before, come to think of it I have seen millions of my kind just being handed away. I dont understand this what makes me so special? My mom told me I was always different, unique. I dont get this at all I am just a bill I dont like all the people staring at me. My mom told me I go would the farest in life because of my "unique" look. Well being on desplay all day long and all night does not feel like i'm going anywhere I dont know what she ment by that because I am not moving. I have to figure this out, why am I so different from my kind? So that night I escape my desplay case and catach a breez to drift on. I slowely assend to the ground nearing some water. My mom told me never to go near water but I had to figure this out. I look into the water. I now know why I am so different. I am a 2$ bill. It ll comes back to me. I have seen 12, 20, 50 even 100 dollar bills but never have I ever seen another 2$. I understand why I am so "unique" as my mother used to say. One of the night time guards steps on mr and sais"what are you doing out of your desplay"? He puts me back and now I am happy for I know that I am different and I am proud.

favorite class

So I was asked what class was my favorite this week. I have a different answer then most for different reasons, My favorite class would have to be history. I think the idea of learning about the people before us is very compelling to me. I also think that most do not understand the importance of it. I think this because the people who do not learn it are doomed to relive it or most people say repeat it. Most do not care about it but I think if you could understand what people in the past had to go through then I think you might appreciate it more, because all the wars that we went through was not easy for anyone. I also like history because the stuff I am learning i think I really need to know to help me in the future and help people form repeating it because we do not have the best past as we could have. So I hope that people can learn that the past was not as good as it could be and try to change that, I for one would not like to make the same mistakes again.

zombies

The infection hit three days ago. Most of the population has been zombified but I have managed to stay alive with my single son. After his mother was infected he was careless mad stupid mistakes that could of got him infected, he was depressed. So was I but he gave me meaning to fight on to live another day in this recently new meaningless world. But my motive has ended. He was infected last night. Throught my own stupididy and carelesness I locked him in a room hoping one of these days that he might come back to me. But the neighbors are getting suspicious. I dont answer my door anymore. Not that I did often before the infection hit but they would still come over when the daylight is out so see if I was still alive. But the guilt is killing me I dont know what it like to be a zombie, it could be the worst pain in the world and i've been letting him sit in that room wailing on for hours everyday like normal zombies do but this is my son we are talking about, or at least it used to be. I remember how hard it was to put his mother down right in front of him. I cant take this anymore I have to end this I cant let him be one of thoes.. thoes things anymore this is not what he is and I wont allow it anymore. I take a picture of us before this hit I whisper 'my son' to myself and then relieze that the moster in that room is no longer my son. On the way to the room the very vivid memoryes return to me I remember christmas day I ran down this halway with him to the christmas tree his eyes lit up as bright as the tree. These memoryes are nice but they are not anymore I know he wants to be with his Mom. That day I went in that room and did what had to be done. surprisingly I am satisfied, content I know I did the right thing. A weight is lifted of me. The next day all my nehboirs come to my door and this time I answer it they ask me "are you ok you have not answered your door in quite some time". I respond with "the best i've ever been."