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Myron Kin Wan LAI / Aged 10 / NAIS Hong Kong Class 5D

I live in Hong Kong, I have been a garbage collector for eight years. I hate my job but I want to change what people usually do. So I don’t give up.

Every HongKonger throws away 1.39kg of rubbish every single day! I am very disappointed, sad and angry about this matter. I see so many cans and mobile phones in the landfill sites. Every single mobile phone has acid and other poisonous chemicals inside it. I found out that making one can is equal to three hours TV! I think some HongKongers are rich and lazy, they usually throw away their clothes and buy new ones instead of mending their clothes like some unfortunate people do, or recycling them.

I must do something or else there will be a big hole in the ozone layer, then our Earth will get hotter and hotter! But now I have a plan. The plan is: I will make a lot of posters convincing people to recycle things. I will put the posters all over Hong Kong, Kowloon and the New Territories. Everybody will see my posters! Everybody will start recycling garbage. Hopefully, Hong Kong will change!

It takes me one year to put all the posters around the whole of Hong Kong. At first, I think this is the greatest plan I ever had, but now, all the posters around the whole of Hong Kong get destroyed. There are destroyed by the people of Hong Kong. I wish I knew why they had done this sort of thing, I am disappointed and angry but I must push on and continue convincing people until they change.

My second plan is to use Facebook to change people’s habits. I take a photo of my last poster and post it on Facebook. I get this done quickly and easily. However, again my plan doesn’t work because Facebook gets deleted by some people and many people just ignore my post. I am very puzzled, but yet I can’t give up.

My third plan is a bit crazy, I’m going on TV! My friend invites me on the news, we are classmates. When I’m on TV, I say people in Hong Kong are very lazy, I want everybody in Hong Kong to recycle things or else the hole in our ozone layer will get bigger and bigger. Then our world will become boiling hot in the near future!

Finally, some people listen to me but I want all the people to listen to my plan, then I will be proud of myself. My objective to reduce garbage and recycling is important to some people too.

My last plan is, I am going to tell the Prime Minister myself about this major issue. First, I am so proud of myself that I try meeting the Prime Minister and he promises me about he will change the people’s mind on this major issue. Unfortunately, after ten years of my hard work, nothing seems to change.

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Mouse Garbage BuildingName: Kaden YuenAge: 8Class: 4A         Once upon a time, there lived a brown, furry, lazy mouse called Max. He spent each day in his big comfortable bed or sometimes at the bathroom playing bubbles happily. One day, he got a letter and it said, “dear Max, why don’t you go to explore the world?” He turned around and looked at his messy room. A curious question popped up to him, “How can I make something else out of garbage?” So he ran as fast as a cheetah to the garbage station, he found different kinds of garbage such as bottles, boxes and plastic.Max met some new friends at the garbage station. First he met a glass bottle and his name was called Bob. He had been there 10 years already! He also met a box called Pete and he had been there for 5 years and they were friends with each other. Then Max asked them, “can you two and the other garbage be reused?” Bob said, “yes we can but no one wants to use us.” Max shouted, “today, I will call all my friends to help!” Later, three of his friends came, they were all good at making different kinds of things. Mike was good at building, Ted was good at creating and Papa was good at decorating.That day, they started planning what they were going to build. At last, they decided to build a Disney castle for mouse. They started making the castle all day and night. In the morning, they were very tired so they got asleep. Suddenly, they found Bob the glass bottle and Pete the box were gone. So they kept on searching for Bob and Pete. Then they saw a man was clearing up the garbage?Max and his friends sneaked into the garbage station and they found Bob and Pete there. All of a sudden, Max saw a man looking at him reaching his hand towards him. So, Max ran as fast as he could. At last the man used a vacuum to catch Max. Then all the other mice threw garbage at the man. Finally, the man ran away from them.At last, Max and his friends built the huge and beautiful Disney castle with garbage and all the mice were very happy after all.

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Mouse Garbage BuildingName: Kaden YuenAge: 8Class: 4A         Once upon a time, there lived a brown, furry, lazy mouse called Max. He spent each day in his big comfortable bed or sometimes at the bathroom playing bubbles happily. One day, he got a letter and it said, “dear Max, why don’t you go to explore the world?” He turned around and looked at his messy room. A curious question popped up to him, “How can I make something else out of garbage?” So he ran as fast as a cheetah to the garbage station, he found different kinds of garbage such as bottles, boxes and plastic.Max met some new friends at the garbage station. First he met a glass bottle and his name was called Bob. He had been there 10 years already! He also met a box called Pete and he had been there for 5 years and they were friends with each other. Then Max asked them, “can you two and the other garbage be reused?” Bob said, “yes we can but no one wants to use us.” Max shouted, “today, I will call all my friends to help!” Later, three of his friends came, they were all good at making different kinds of things. Mike was good at building, Ted was good at creating and Papa was good at decorating.That day, they started planning what they were going to build. At last, they decided to build a Disney castle for mouse. They started making the castle all day and night. In the morning, they were very tired so they got asleep. Suddenly, they found Bob the glass bottle and Pete the box were gone. So they kept on searching for Bob and Pete. Then they saw a man was clearing up the garbage?Max and his friends sneaked into the garbage station and they found Bob and Pete there. All of a sudden, Max saw a man looking at him reaching his hand towards him. So, Max ran as fast as he could. At last the man used a vacuum to catch Max. Then all the other mice threw garbage at the man. Finally, the man ran away from them.At last, Max and his friends built the huge and beautiful Disney castle with garbage and all the mice were very happy after all.

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Ways to make the earth clean  by Jinho Park 5B aged 9

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Ways to make the earth clean  by Jinho Park 5B aged 9

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We need to make our earth clean and nice because we have to give it to our grand grand children.
However, some people cause problems without thinking. They throw trash on  the floor and sometimes they throw away useful boxes that can be recycled and make a brand new thing. Some people also use  a lot of disposable products.
The worst news is that part of the earth is sinking down into the water because of the global warming. If we throw trash on the ground and use disposable products a lot then the earth's tempreture will become higher. As a result, the ice melts and it turns to water and some parts will began to sink down. For example, there is a small island named Tuvalu at the south pacific ocean  and now it nearly sank down.
Another reason that cause global warming is some people use a lot of cars and it makes the air dirty. So we need to use less cars and more bikes to make this situation not happen again.
Personaly, I would use less disposable products and buy a hybrid car or an electronic car when I become an adult. Also, I would use more buses or Mtrs rather than cars

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Down in the Dumps by Jia Yi Ji 6D aged 11

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Down in the Dumps by Jia Yi Ji 6D aged 11

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I am called Jack, and I am a rubbish collector, I live in London, England. I used to love my job, but know I hate it, and one of the reason is RUBBISH IS THROWN EVERYWHERE!

Every day was the same, picking up rubbish on the floor and throwing it in the bin. Today was different, although I am still picking up rubbish, but something special happened.

Today, when I went to the rubbish dump to throw all the rubbish away, I heard someone calling for help…

I went searching for him, but I haven’t found anyone (not even a single clue). Even though nobody was found, I kept on looking.

After a long time, I had found an empty bottle moving, so I thought maybe he or she was under it. I took the bottle away and I saw him.

He was stuck under the pile of rubbish, I first asked him what’s his name and he replied he was called James. I tried to pull him out, but I can’t, so, I gave him a string and told him to hold on it, and he did. I took the other end and pulled it, but it didn’t work. Soon after, one of my friend (also a rubbish collector) came, so I told him to help me pull, but it still didn’t work. So, both of us tried to think of an idea. Finally, my friend thought of a brilliant idea, it was, remove away all of the rubbish around James and then he can climb out.

We found two shovels and started digging all the rubbish away. Soon the rubbish was gone and James climbed out. He thanked both of us and we turned into his best friends…

THE END

BY: Jiayi Ji

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The Life of a Plastic Bottle by Ananya Rajkumar 6D Aged 10

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The Life of a Plastic Bottle by Ananya Rajkumar 6D Aged 10

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The life of a plastic bottle

Here I shall sit,

Down at the bottom of this endless pit,
With no company but myself and the trees,
All alone,
Down in the Dumps is where I shall stay,
By myself here today and every day.

Oh how the life is to be lonely forever more!
This life, oh it’s such a bore,
One day I wish I will be free,
From this lifeless prison that holds me,
But, Down in the Dumps is where I shall stay,
By myself here today and every day.

Here I look and see,
So many others around me,

Only if I could reach out to thee,

I could escape the cell inside and around me,

But, Down in the Dumps is where I shall stay,

By myself here and every day.

Oh how I wish I could meet thee,

Then, my wishes seem to come true,

Right here, right by my side,

Huh! Could it be?

Another one of my kind,

Down in the Dumps is where I shall stay,
But with a possible friend everyday.

Here I stay,

While I meet, I finally have my way,

A friend I have,

A friend I have forever and forevermore,

I have escaped the lifeless cell around me,

Now I live Down in the Dumps

Down in the Dumps is where I shall stay,

But a happy life I shall live,

As I have escaped the true depths of despair,

It just took a friend…..

THE END

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Down in the Dumps by Natalie Ho 6D aged 10

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Down in the Dumps by Natalie Ho 6D aged 10

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Down in the dumps

There was an eleven year old boy who lived on the coast of Seattle. Everyday, the boy would have a handful of chores to do; cleaning the dishes, mowing the lawn, taking the trash out–to name a few. However, he always had the habit of mindlessly dumping the trash in places not suitable. Whilst his mother would constantly tell him off, screaming at him for being an irresponsible citizen, he still continued to litter.

The little boy never paid attention to the consequences of his actions, he never noticed the severe damage he was doing to the environment–and did not seem to care all that much. However, one day, this was all about to change drastically.

One Friday evening, the little boy’s mum instructed him to take out the trash once again. Undergoing the same routine, the boy walked outside his house, lugged the heavy bag of garbage across his back and proceeded to walk towards the river. He arrived to the edge of the river and continued to unwrap the trash bag; later pouring the contents in the trash bag down the river’s narrow stream. As the pieces of garbage began swiftly floating down, the boy turned around to walk back to his house. Strangely enough, as he turned around, he heard a high-pitched sound come from the river. At first, the boy thought it was a strange alarm going off. Though after intently listening, it appeared to be a delicate piece of trash screeching out: “Don’t do this to us, stop throwing us into the water, this is causing so much damage to the whole world!”

The little boy assumed that he was going mental because as a piece of trash was seemingly talking to him–though it actually was. All the things that the piece of rubbish said was what his mum taught him in the first place. The boy knew that he should stop doing it, but he said to himself “how much damage could a load of rubbish do to an enormous world?”. So he still carried on doing it.

He never stopped doing it even when his mother threatened him to never do it again. The moral of the story is, just a pile of garbage even just a water bottle can damage our world. Try to recycle and you’ll be helping the world stay healthy and clean.

By Natalie Ho 6D

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Rubby the Rubbish by Cayden Lock 6D Aged 11

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Rubby the Rubbish by Cayden Lock 6D Aged 11

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Rubby The Rubbish

For years and years, millions of rubbish piled up. No one ever thought of dealing with it but all because this miracles thing, which conceal itself as rubbish bottle, came to the world and saved everyones life. It was Rubby.

Rubby came to the world in year 2020. California, rubbish workers were working very hard as usual to unload tons and tons of rubbish from the rubbish trucks. When a star fell from the sky. People watched it hit a rubbish bottle. The bottle came to life. It woke up like a baby and cried and cried.

Rubby grew and grew. She learned how to walk, jump and talk. She is very smart. She loves the world she lived in.

In year 2035, something bad happened. A nasty rubbish storm thrown all the rubbish into the air and dropped it all over the world. World council agreed that America president, Johny Graveryz, had to pay for all the mess. America’s tax increased and increased. Everyone lost their money in paying heavy tax. Black year has born.

Rubby started to get fearful about why didn’t anyone do anything to help the world of rubbish that is as smelly as poop? Why did they just throw the rubbish into the trash can and not consider recycling? So one day, he hopped on a rubbish truck and went to the dump yard to search for answers.

She arrived at the dump yard and found out why this happened. The recycling machine was off so no recycling can be made. Rubby didn’t have any hands as she is a bottle, so he jumped onto the machine and turned it on.

She started finding recyclable items to recycle. He worked from day to night and never stopped. One day, the same nasty rubbish storm happened again, but it was different this time. God saw what Rubby did and he was so pleased, God made the storm sucked out the rubbish from the sea and made it to reusable glass bottles.

President Johny Goveryz said that this was a miracle and described recycling as a speech. This is named as,”One piece of rubbish, one miracle shall be. America, our big fellas, we happy this miracle as our spirit.” After everyone heard the news, everyone started to recycle and none of this storm happened again.

By Cayden Lock 6D

THE  END

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The Journey Of A Plastic Bottle by Sienna Gordon 6D age 11

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The Journey Of A Plastic Bottle by Sienna Gordon 6D age 11

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My name is Trashy. I am a plastic Coke bottle. My story starts at a plastic factory in London. I started off as a mixture of cellulose, coal, natural gas, salt, and crude oil. I was heated, broken down into tiny molecules, and finally made into separate molecule chains. I was then filled with liquid and sent off to the town corner store. I sat in the refrigerator for at least three days, and finally sold to a young boy named Miles. Miles was an athlete, he was going to be running a huge 10km the next day. The next day eventually came. I was packed in Miles’s bag and driven off to the sports track. BLARP! The horn blared. The race had begun. I was in Miles’s sweaty palms, trying not to slip out. He took one sip, then another, and before he was even halfway through the race, all of the Coke inside me was finished. I was chucked into a huge metal tin and left alone. Hours passed; still nobody. Just when I thought I was left for dead, a man came and collected the tin. The tin was emptied out into a big truck. Where were we going?  I was positive the truck was going back to the factory. The one I was made in. What else could explain all the other plastic bottles that were in this truck too? But I was wrong. We were dumped into a giant field. Where were we? Why did it smell like spoiled milk and rotten eggs? It all made sense now. We were at the town dump… I was FURIOUS. I was in perfectly good shape! Why would these people just dump us here, when we could be recycled and made into something brand new?! Months passed. We were left just lying here, disintegrating into tiny plastic particles. Another five months, I was starting to feel very dried and wrinkled . Fortunately for me, a big hurricane came. I was thrown about, tortured, and badly hurt. Somehow the storm had guided me into one of the English river channels. I floated along the river for a long period of time and finally floated out into the Atlantic Ocean. I came across lots of different sea creatures that tried to eat parts of me, and some that actually DID. Now all that was left of me was my bright blue bottle cap. I floated past many boats that just looked at me and ignored me. Some boats picked me up, then just tossed me back into the sea again, and some sailed right on top of me!  Just when I thought I was going to sink to the bottom of the ocean, a small boat came and scooped me up! On the way back to port , the boat picked up many other bottles and pieces of rubbish. When we got back to land, we were all made into a beautiful plastic sculpture of a whale, and that is where I still am today.

BY SIENNA GORDON 6D

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CREATIVE WRITING COMPETITION 2017/18

Full name: Kyle Lok Hei Yuen
Age: 10 (Class 6C)
Full school name: Nord Anglia International School Hong Kong
Title: The Lonely Garage
Word count: 429

A child opened the garbage bin and threw a plastic bottle down in a smelly, old garbage bin. “Ouch! Who are you?” the paper box said crossly. “Why are you here?”
“I don’t want to be in this smelly bin. However, a nasty child threw me in,” said the glass bottle sadly. They didn’t stop asking questions until somebody was thrown in too.
“Get off me!” said the glass bottle furiously.
“Sorry!” said the plastic bottle. The plastic bottle got off the glass bottle uneasily.
“You’re supposed to be in the bottle recycle bin,” said the paper box.
“Yes, I am,” said the glass bottle. “However, I got thrown by a naughty boy into the wrong in.”  They were angry and sad because they could be recycled.  Angry and furious, down and sad, they sat there looking very annoyed about why did they all got in the wrong bin.
“You are very smelly,” exclaimed the plastic bottle.
“I didn’t take a bath for days!” answered the glass bottle. They were all miserable.
Suddenly, the bin moved. They were all panic, nervous and scared.   “Is it an earthquake, isn’t it?” the paper box asked.   A while later, the bin lid was open. “Are we rescued?” asked the paper box. Suddenly, they rolled down from the garbage bin to the big stinky landfill.
They stayed there for weeks, months, even years. Suddenly, something got in fire, every single thing got burnt.
“I can’t get in fire because if I get burnt, I will release toxic liquid. It’s is no good for your health and the city got polluted!” said the glass bottle.
“If I got burnt, I will release toxic air and it’ll be harmful to the city,” said the plastic bottle.
“If I got burnt, I can’t be reused again,” said the paper box nervously.
BOOM! Everything was exploded. The firemen were here just in time and used the water to put out the fire from burning.
“I wish that I was not in the wrong garbage bin because I could help the human once again. I could be recycled,” said the paper box sadly.
“I will stay here for years, centuries, or even decades because I am non-biodegradable,” said the plastic bottle regrettably.
“I can’t help the human again because I am not reusable already and I needed to stay here forever,” said the glass bottle disappointedly.
At last, they stayed there forever!

Next time when you throw garbage, try to think: is it recyclable? Is it reusable? Please use less plastic bottle, plastic bag….Don’t be a garbage waster!

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I was purchased along with a pair of jeans in Bossini. I came to a flat in Lohas park. They threw me in a rubbish bin and then when the bin was full they threw me in a bigger bin.when the big bin was full they took me in a truck and I landed in a landfill there I saw my family and more plastic bags like me.

When the rain came I got carried underground to the ocean. My family got tangled with some ropes and I got rapped with some fish. They nearly died but it wasn’t my fault humans created me. I wish I was above the ground instead of being in the ocean. I wish I was recycled and used above the ground and not be polluting the water this way.

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By Vivek Wilson
Age 10
Class 6b

There was once a turtle, happy and free as can be,
living it up in the sea
Spending his days, with his mates,
Playing tag and several gags!

One day, swimming lazily ,
It caught his eye, something glittery!
What's that, he wondered
It looked like nothing he had encountered.

Not a fish
Not a fin
Not a reef
And definitely, not beef.

Slowly he touched it
He patted it
And tentatively slid it
Around his head

Wow, it's glittery!
It's shimmery!
It's elastic!
He was ecstatic!

Vainly, he strutted
Amongst his posse
Look what I have on
It's not matte, it's gloss!

We want it too, exclaimed his friends,
Jealous of his bling.
Lucky for them, the sea was abound
With plenty of such a thing

Little did they know,
Those shiny things
Would soon cause sorrow
And change marine beings

Showing of, they strutted
But later they regretted
Alas!
They were trapped

The disease of 'plastic' plagued the sea
Causing havoc as far as one can see
It led to the infection of land and air
Even affecting the polar bear

Stop it, we must!
But too lazy,
And deluded by luxuries,
We continue on...

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How’s life as a piece of paper? It was a beautiful summer day, yet together with my 999 friends I was put in plastic wrapping and squished in a cooking hot car. We drove for half an eternity until the supplier took us out of the car and carried us to a stylish front-door. He rang the bell and some women accepted us grumbling. Once we were in the house, we started to be put in different rooms. Can you believe it? I wasn't in the same room as my best friend! I was in a room that looked like a fairy tale castle. It is so annoying that I am here with a few others and my best friend is in a room which looked like burglar’s fortress. Oh, I forgot to tell you something about me: I am Alex; and I am a blue coloured A4-sized-paper. I am immortal, if humans keep recycling me! Cool, right? The annoying thing is, that I am always reborn in a different colour. Last time I was bright-yellow, the time before I was deep-green and many other colours before that. Blue is my favourite, so I am hoping I will last long. My hope is lost, as I heard the little girl, who is living in this fairy tale room, talk about her crafts project. She said that I am going to be a fairy’s dress and the background of her art work. She is cutting me out and is putting me above an undressed fairy she has drawn on one of my pink friends. Then she is drawing the outline of me with a black pen. Later she will stick me on myself again. Luckily, she gave me to her mother as a gift. Mom smiled and pinned me on her pin board. Two years passed since then and I was still hanging there. Finally, I was taken of the board and became a new colour. Do you want me to tell you how it works? Sure, I am great at explaining: Paper waste is collected from offices, homes and schools. That`s why it is important to use recycle bins, so the collectors find me! Then we are sent to people who work at the waste paper factories. We are being compressed for use by paper mills. Paper mills work us into pulp and recycle paper-fibre. Afterwards, the pulp and fibre are manufactured into paper and used again for different products i.e. Notebooks, printing paper etc. After that, these products are sold to users and last, paper is again trashed and my life-circle starts again… Do you get it now? I hope so, because my explanation was very good. If you want me to sign an autograph then go home…. I’m sure a lot of you have paper, right? If you have recycled paper, go ahead and get yourself a signature. This is what always happens and it is very annoying that I have to drive in a car, but as you already know, Alex is immortal!