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Brick: proud
I’m talking with my friends, just discussing how important we are. How strong we are. Days passed and keeping the structure up, turns into a hard work. It’s a mentally task to think in a positive way so to don’t give up.
It’s a team work, when one of us is going to fall we tell him to resist and he became strong again.
Now, although the bad times, there is something that motivates me and is that being a brick let me feel part of a family, the one that lives here. And I can feel, how proud they are of me, hoy proud they are of having a house. That at the end of the day, is a happy moment to be at home with me.

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A bracelet story

I am her favorite, her cherished bracelet. I am made our of silveria and have the word “Paz” written on me. Her grandma gave me to her 3 years ago, and I have been with her ever since. Her grandmother passed away 1 well ago, but now she has something to remember her. I have debe everything she has been through, her ups, her downs, heard her laugh, seen her cry, meet new people, new places, dance, run, jump, live. She’s amazing from my point of view, the best host that I could ever ask for, even though she doesn’t see herself that way. I am extremely happy to be a front row spectator, her life is amazing. Until one day I ended up on the floor, on a cold, dirty, ugly floor in the middle of Rodriguez. I know this place, we always come here, but certainly despiece it right now, she had lost me before but always came back for me, she cherished me. But now i am joya so sure about it anymore. It’s been 3 days and nothing, just this awful road and people passing by without even noticing me. It’s going to be like this now, no more school, no more hockey, no more movies, no more friends, no more family, no more painting, no more her, she has forgotten me.

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As the family car, I wake up every morning freezing. I feel like they don’t care about me as much as they do other things. They leave me outside every night, even when it rains. When everyone in the house wakes up I can’t help but to be terrified to see who will be driving that day. I always hope it would be the mother, as she is extremely careful whenever she drives her kids to school. On the other hand the father never fails to get under my steel, he uses me as moving office, always making those stupid phone calls, putting both of us in terrible danger. Although, the worst one is the nineteen year old boy. I still can’t comprehend how he got his license in the first place. He always drives me over the speed limits, and he has already crushed me three times this year.

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Hi diary , I am Mona Lisa.Maybe you don’t  know me , but I am very famous paint.A lot of people love me , not all of them because sometimes they attack me.I am writing this because my psychologist want me , to write to someone ,but all my friends are dead so I prefer to write to you.You might ask , why my psychologist suggested me this ?The last day ,I was attacked by someone that through me a cake.I am happy because the security put me something similar to a film.I am safe , but an old scar has been opened again. I had been attacked three times.Before of this one , someone attacked me with a cup of tea , but I go away unhurt , but the real scar was when , a Bolivian guy throw me a stone. In the pat I hadn’t had one of this film so I get hurt very badly. A lot of doctors help me.But nobody can help me to recovery to one hundred percentage. Also I will write to you the day , they kidnap me.

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Stone: Another’s day like the other’s felling bored, lonely, sad. Waiting a human thought me to the lake next to me. For me all days are the same, I am quite bored with nothing to do because I can’t move. The only time where I fell extremely happy is on summer because humans came to the lake and a lot of children play with me. But when summer ends all humans disappear and i am completely lonely, bored waiting next summer comes.

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I’m a street light. Trust me, is extremely boring. I’am tired of being always in the same place, always staring at cars, bicycles and people. Also I’m exausted of having to turn myself on every night at 9pm, until 6 o’ clock. The only lights that I know are my best friends. I am between both. I have passed all my entire life with them, but I have never saw them, cause I could not turn around, we can only listen to each other. They are the reason of me feeling a little bit better cause we are all the time gossiping about  humans and cars.
I can scan everything from the height. In my personal opinion, is a serious problem how people drive nowadays. Every night I hope not to be the next fallen street light because of some car crashing on me.

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Sorry I’m late, she is having a huge party tonight and i had to get my job done. I suggested a blue skirt with a black long sleeve shirt, but she ended up picking whatever she wants, as always. She used to listen to me a lot more when she was younger, but anyways I know she still loves me, specially when every Friday she fills me up with fresh and new clothes. Those are my favorite days! The only bad part about my job is when I have to say goodbye to some old pieces she doesn’t use anymore, it destroys me. But I have to accept it, and thinking of the new friends I’ll have next Friday recomforts me. I know her very well, since I’ve been living with her and her family for 9 years now. I’m very proud of how she little by little she is finding her new style, with my help, of course. Oh by the way, do you like my new pink look? I’ve been painted last week by her dad, i feel renovated and very cute. I don’t..oh! Excuse me i think she is opening one of my drawers, maybe…yeah she is changing her shoes. I’ll be right back, duty calls!

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Each day looks the same for me. My job is to carry everyone's weight on my shoulders, but I'm not paid as a porter. I have to stand each person's baggage everyday. It's exhausting to feel like no one cares about you.

The only time I feel pampered is at the end of each day, when this mixture of slippery bubbly water is splashed over me. I feel fresh. I feel great. I feel brand-new. But the reality is that that's just preparing me for another day of torture. It's a routine that I know will never end, like the number Pi.

Somedays i just wonder how it would feel if someone shattered me, just like a bottle of wine when it falls. Would I bleed? As much i would want to, i wouldn't, i'm just a useless stair on a school.

Sometimes I feel bad, whenever I make someone fall. Unintentionally, I gnarl their legs, and as if they were playing twister they collapse over me. I won't lie, whenever i dont like someone i enjoy doing it on purpose. I have the benefit of being pampered again, when their wine-like blood drops over me. Of course, most of the time it's just an unfortunate event. When this happens I fancy apologizing to them, but lamentably, I'm just a useless stair with no voice.

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I’m the cutest piano ever, as my teeth are touched my bells rang. I’m all that harmonious and pleasant sound they makes birds dance. However, I’m not alone, I have a team or more of a duet. I would not be able to express my grace without my concertist. Her brain together with my notes mixed with our connection and passion for music, is the perfect recipe for the perfect piece.

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Hi, I am a Ford Bronco, a 4 black big wheels 4x4 truck, 2.5 meters height, 4 meters length, top speed 200, with a brilliant Scarlet, leather interior, 500 horse power. That constantly wants to improve itself to reach my own new goals. An adventurous truck that would do anything without being afraid of broke itself, an exclusive truck that besides of already being it, it wants to improve to be better than what it is, this can be shown as an example for other trucks to improve themself.

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I am a phone. Every morning I make sure that Mary get on time every day to do all her responsibilities. When my alarm sounded, she hit me and I listened how she complained. I am a bit old so I become without energy very quickly, so Mary charged me a lot of time in a day. This is not good for my health, but I have to live with this. I feel mistreated most of the time but also I can feel when she likes being with me when she is bored or sad, because she writes a long paragraph describing how she feels and sometimes I get wet, I assume that she was crying.

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I wake up and everyday he put the news for one hour, then he see a lot of netflix and when come breakfast time he turn me off. When he turn me off I sleep and I recharge my power to be good when he turn me on. After breakfast time he turn me on again and he sports for much time and change chanel all the time, he not be quiet a minute. I am very intelligent because I can do a lot of things and he can controlled me with a control. He do what he want with me and use me a lot of the week.

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First person paragraph Pencil / Love The moment in which more happy I am it is when my owner uses me, she grabbes me and write lovely things. I love when she uses me for writing in her diary her feelings, secrets or even her common and usual day. But the moment I love the most is when she decides to write song lyrics about love and romance. My owner uses me the whole day, both in school and at home or any activity she does like acting or playing the guitar.

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Pen Love
Hello! I am Bic the pen, I am used for hours to complete jobs that my owner received. I love my job, it make me feel useful and for godsake I am like an lucky amulet for my owner, every test he used me have been passed. The worsest time of my life is when my owner, being good with their partners, give me for his partners to use me, I hate him using the other pen. I have been with my owner for years, I guess relationship will last forever, maybe we will get married in some years.

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Computer bored. He always turn me on at 8:05 am 5 minutes after he arrives to the office. Usually the first thing he do is to open gmail to see if there are any new mails. After that he opens the explorer an the excel to start working, sometimes he likes to listen music in the process. The worst thing of this is that I have to execute all the tasks simultaneously and its demand a lot of energy and power from the CPU. The best part of the day is when he goes eating and I can rest for a while, then of this he continue working a little more and finally at 4:00 pm he returns home so I can sleep until the next day

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Cassette- Forgotten

I am a cassette. I was born in the 80'. I contain music from the era in which I was born. My owner bought me when she was only 16 years old. She has used me many times, many years. I made a very good relationship, I love her. But, as the years passed, the technology started progressing and she started forgetting me. First she replaced me with DVDs, then with an iPod. She will never use me again. Nowadays, I am cornered in a drawer with a lot of dust. I am very sad. I miss her a lot.

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Every time, I listen to the sound of the planes, I listen to the opportunities, the anecdotes, a new life.The planes are the way of transportation of cultures, beliefs,ideas,etc. When, I travelled for the first time in a plane I never felt that sensation again in my life. Listening to people talking different languages, the strong sound of the motors, the blue skies makes me feel strange but with the feeling of learning new things and visiting new places. The planes are a way of life.

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I have been used every day for Two months. My life is horrible, every day 2 times a day I brush some disgusting teeth from a man. I am so disgusted about his teeth. They are yellow and with rests of food. As hard as I tried to make them shine, it is almost impossible. I hate to see these terrifying teeth twice a day. I wish I could be like the purple toothbrush next to me. It clean a beautiful bright and shiny teeth, and when it cleans it they are more shiny

María Belas

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Before, during and after the show, a group of people called ‘staff’ cares about me. Before there is a show, the staff plugs and prepares me for the show. When the artist enters to the stage, he grabs me and says hello to the crowd. That’s my favourite moment because everyone is looking at me. The artist can’t do nothing without me. I’m the way in which he can connect with his crowd. If I stop working, they have to stop the show. Everyone sings to me while i’m up on the stage with the artist. I’m the show. When the artist finishes his show, he take me to the backstage with the staff, where they unplug me and I only have to wait resting to another show.

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People just builds me up on some big, fancy garage, part from part. Sometimes they dissemble me because it doesn't fit or works well. All they care about is making me faster to win races, they don't care about me or my feelings. We are left alone and abandoned on the garages until we are transported to some race. A driver takes me 300km/h through and around the circuit with the high risk of crashing. More than one time I have crashed and it hurts a lot, when that happen most of people just ask about the driver but no one cares about if I am ok. I am afraid of racing, I get hurt a lot but that's what I have been built for, that's what I am.

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Everyday of the year I wake up at seven o’clock. The first thing he do is turn off the alarm and sleep five minutes more, when it sounds the second alarm. Ones he’s awake, he check if he have to answer some messages, take a look to social media and then, he turn on music. He loves to get dressed, brush his teeth and eat breakfast listening music. At eight o’clock he arrives to school and turn me off until four o’clock. Ones he is out of school, he eat some scrambled eggs, a toast and a bottle of water and goes to gym. When he arrives home, he takes a shower, study, eats dinner and goes to sleep.