THE LIFE OF A 50 CENT PIECE
by Olive, 10, QLD
Dull. Boring. Dark. Is how my life is.
“Why?” you may ask. Because I am a 50 cent piece stuck behind the couch and that was all my life was — dull, dark, boring. Until one day.
“Mum!” I heard Belle scream. (Now remember Belle, it will come in handy later on. Belle was my owner before I was lost behind the couch.)
“She is coming, Belle!” shouted Belle’s mum. “Lucy will be here soon.” I was so glad when I heard this because whenever Lucy comes over so does her brother, Ben. He loves to sneak off and look under and behind the couch where he finds me. Ben is my hero.
Lucy is Belle’s BFF — so Ben is always over — so I am never lost for too long.
DING DONG, the doorbell rings … only seconds until I am saved!
“Where is Ben?” I hear Belle’s Mum ask. Fear prickles down my metal edges.
“Sick,” replies Lucy’s Mum.
Thoughts flow into my tiny metal skull. ‘Will I be behind this couch forever?’ Just the thought of it makes me spin.
There is a scream then a loud SMASH right next to me
Then I see her, the love of my life, roll out from under the couch — 20 cent piece. We have two children, their names are 5 cent piece and her brother 10 cent piece.
Years have gone by now and I am growing old and rusty — but don’t weep for me, because I am just a 50 cent piece, a slab of metal. I will never die, for I am metal.
It is now time to say ‘Good day.’
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