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...

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

 

   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

 

 

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

 

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

     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

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.