Velocity Project Period 11 Group 3

[J. Strawitz]

Siddhu (government spending)
As I sit in the golden double arched company's cash register, I
reflected on my journey. I was taken away before I even got to
communicate with my brothers and sisters or even mother. I was flown
to a new land were everyone was considered about individual goals
rather than the common good for each other. I was then given to a man
in a large jumbo jet, who ironically was in charge of making cars.
Everything then on was a blur. After a money wasting contest by the
men, I was lost and forgotten. A human creature with raggedy clothes
and a shopping car appeared, and took me to this golden arched
company. The creature bought something from the dollar menu and gave
me to the worker with a weird hat in exchange for a cheeseburger. So I
sit in this dark box. The other bills in this box have been very rude
and dirty. I hope to see the light of day soon. Suddenly the box
clicked open, and a hand reached down. I felt the cold Christmas air
upon me. I jumped out into the hand to escape this prison...

Chelsea:
and the hand grabbed me tightly. I've never been gripped so tightly
before, and frankly it took the breath out of me. Boy it was nice to
be out of that dirty dark box. The person grabbing me had some type
of ugly uniform on, the same one that the weird hatted worker from
before had on, so I guessed that I was still at the golden arched
company. Soon a bunch of other bills started to join me in this mans
hand as he was reciting numbers, I suppose that he may have been
counting us. After the man with the weird hat was done counting me
and the other rude and dirty bills, we were thrown into a bag. Great,
another dark prison. I could feel us moving and being jostled around,
and I didn't like it too much. Soon we were no longer being josteld
but sped around. We must have been in those bug looking creations
that humans call cars. So as we were traveling down the road in this
strange man's car we soon stopped. He opened the door and carried us
into this odd building that offered free lollipops and pens. I had
heard about this place before, I think it was called the bank. One of
my old friends told me one day that it was a place where humans put
their bills to rest and rejuvenate so that they can be spent on
something really fantastic, like one of those car things or even a
house. I spent quite a long time in that bank but it went by pretty
fast. It could have been a month or two I'm not quite sure, but it
sure was nice to rest. One day while I was sleeping calmly the person
who works at the bank shoved his hand in a grabbed me, of course
waking me rudely. But instead of giving me back to the man with the
weird hat I was handed to someone else. It's hard to describe this
person, they were quite peculiar...

Remington:
The other bills informed me of the strange transaction taking place.
Apparently, this was a loan, and the bank did not want me anymore. I
really don't know what I did to upset the bank, but I wish they
wouldn't toy with my emotions like this. This new owner was an
entrepreneur, and he wanted to start up a small business. He was
short, stout, wore some strange eye protection and sweater vest. He
sort of looked like the guy on the hundred dollar bill I know. The two
man were awkwardly working out the logistics of the "loan". a few
minutes went by, and me and a few hundred other guys were picked up,
and thrown into the man's pocket. Inside his pocket I got a glance at
a white piece of paper. It said " Allen Shepard, Pet Psychologist". I
did not know what a pet or a Psychologist was, but I was sure I was
going to find out. All of us went back to Allen's place of work. It
was a room with no furniture, except for a little table. Allen placed
all of us bills on the table, and left us alone for a couple of days.
But, every once in a while, Allen would take some of the bills out of
the room, and come back with various things. Me and the other
remaining bills were anxiously waiting for the day we would be chosen.
Allen just kept bringing new stuff to the room, such as, comfy chairs
and chew toys. Some of the other bills wised me up to the sick
practices of the outside world. " I heard humans in suits burn dollar
bills to prove a point. Needless to say I was scared stiff. But, there
were other things to keep one's mind occupied. Allen had began to have
other humans come to his office with wild animals. Allen told the
needy humans things like " your cat is depressed" or "your dog is a
kleptomaniac". I,of course, had no idea what those things meant, but
how much these humans clamored over these pets was enjoyable. Then
came the day when I was chosen. Allen took me to the local pet store,
and exchanged me for some cat nip. The man at the store grabbed me
and...

Jamie:
there I was once again in a dark box. Thank god it was pretty late at
night so when the manager of the pet store closed out the register, I
no longer had to sit around in that prison. Once again, with a bunch
of my fellow bills, I was in a bag on my way to who knows where. Once
I saw the light of day again I found myself in another bank. The pet
store must have put all us away so there wasn't excess cash sitting
around waiting to be stolen. Only a day or two passed before I again
got to start a new adventure. I was handed over to a nice girl along
with a bunch of other bills in exchange for some sort of slip of
paper, must have been a check of some form. I was then nicely placed
into a smooth leather compartment. It was quite comfortable in there.
We took a nice trip to a huge building with dozens of stores and lots
and lots of humans walking around. It wasn't long until I was pulled
from my nice leather compartment and traded for a cool pair of jeans
and a pair of shoes. I was handed to someone behind a counter quickly
shoved me into yet another dark box. And once again I escaped when the
register was closed down except this time I wouldn't end up at a bank.
A bunch of us bills found ourselves in the hands of the big man in
charge of that store where I was exchanged for clothing. The man in
charge packed us all up with a bunch of papers. It was dark for quite
some time so I decided I would get some sleep. When I woke up I didn't
recognize anything. That's when I realized I was in China...

Jocelyn:

Everything looked so different in China, and everyone spoke a
different language; I felt so clueless and couldn't wait to get back
home. When I was finally opened I looked around. I was in a really
dirty place with tons of big machines. “Hey, that’s funny,” I thought
to myself, “that same pair of cool jeans from the store are being made
here!” The guy I was with took me straight to a bank to exchange for
some Chinese currency; I guess I wasn’t much good in China. I stayed
at the bank in China for a while. I was getting so bored until one day
there was a voice coming from a black box at the bank and I decided to
listen out of boredom. I couldn't understand what it was saying, but I
know it said Barack Obama and China in the same sentence. Maybe the
president was coming to China to rescue me from this unfamiliar place!
Literally two hours later, a man from America walked into the bank and
requested to take out money for Barack Obama because he was outside in
the limo waiting. I practically jumped out of the dark box. Luckily I
was only under one other one dollar bill and after several identity
and security verifications, I got counted into a stack of a few
hundreds, a few twenties and a few other one dollar bills and handed
to the large man. He folded us, walked outside and sure enough there
was a looooong black car with a USA flag on it. I still have trouble
believing this myself but at that moment, the large man handed me,
along with the other bills to Barack Obama. I fell asleep with the
secure feeling that I was in the hands of the most powerful man in the
world…



Joe:
THUMP. THUMP. The sound was unbearable. I looked around - Pitch
black. I was in something holding me, that was bending me in half and
I couldn't move. The thumping stopped. Suddenly, my body was
straightened out and a hand grabbed me from that wretched leather
hell. I found myself with some more fellow bills in that hand. I
could make out words being said, as well as the brisk Christmas air
piercing at my exterior. "Thank you very much for caddying Joe. You
did a great job raking the sand and grabbing the pin when I was
putting. Here's a little something for your valiant caddying
effort". "Why you shouldn't have sir. I really do appreciate this
generous payment though." Just like that, another hand grabbed me; it
was smaller, younger. I then experienced pain like never before.
Instantly, I was crumpled up and shoved into what would seem to be
this young lad's pocket. Pitch black. I started to wonder aloud what
I slept through to embark on this treacherous excursion... That's
when the pain stricken bill crumpled beside me told me what we went
through. It would seem I slept a lot longer than I thought. My
fellow bill described what we went through: "We were part of president
Obama's economic stimulus plan. We were shipped back to the United
States to be part of the Social Security portion of the plan. We were
put into that Oh-So-Familiar bank vault and that treacherous leather
wallet we were just in belonged to a senior citizen attaining some of
his social security money. If it makes you feel any less pain.. I do
hope you have a merry christmas". I wished my polite acquaintance the
same, as I lay crumpled up in a high schooler's pocket. Who knows
where and how my journey would end. All I would need are more bills
like the one I just met.