Holliday Write-Wrapping Paper

Hi, my name is Gorden. I was born in the Boston paper factory, and shipped to new york, NY. I was shipped off to Toronto, Canada, where i met the Higgins family. I was very young when i got my first wrap, i didn't know what to expect, i got rolled out on to the brown living room wood floor, measured, and....and....what came next was horrible! Absolutely HORRIBLE!! I was sliced! the blades cut me, sliding there razor sharp blades seeping into my skin....
"MOM!" i hear a little girl yell from across the room, "When are the cookies going to be ready?"
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP!!
"I guess now!" The woman leaves me lying there, and goes to take the sugar cookies, i try to get up, but I'm to cut to walk, i just have to lye there, until someone comes to rescue me. I smell, the delicious aroma of fresh baked sugar cookies, fill my nose. I see the mother walk up to me, nibbling on a cookie. We picks up the blades, and i don't want to guess what happens next.....OWWW!! i wish i could yell louder, I wish this woman could hear me, I wish i wasn't here!! I see some boxes beside me, and i was wondering why they were there, i hear something rip, it looked like some sort of thin, clear, plastic, that stuck to her fingers. She picks me up and lays me down over one of the brown box. She takes that sticky, clear, plastic thing, and puts it on me! She flips me over onto my face! she puts down the plastic to my but! Turns me over again, and put the plastic on my back! I cant move! i try, but nope! I was put back onto my back, and put under the Christmas tree. I see one of my best friends having the same pain, 5 feet away, that i did. He gets cut, he gets pushed on, he gets those plastic sticky pieces stuck to him. But luckily, he was put right beside me, we started to talk......




               "AHHHHH" i hear a young child scream. "ITS CHRISTMAS!!" I hear the parents moan, and groan, and say "merry Christmas!" All of the kids run towards me! I don"t know what to do, i cant move, i guess i just sit there, the kids grab me, they are fighting, tearing some of me off, i hear screaming and yelling; NO! its MINE!!"  "Nuh-Uh!!"  another child replies. In the room there was 3 kids screaming and fighting over presents. "QUIET!! SIT DOWN! AND BE QUIET!" i see a mother yelling from her bedroom, all of the kids stop, sit, and the room goes silent. The mom and dad get up, and slump onto the couch by the tree. "Okay, Kyle, pick ONE present from Santa, and bring it to the couch, OK? "
"Otay" i assume that he is about 3. 'Kyle' scampers to the tree and picks a HUGE presents named : KYLE
He takes it to the mom,and they open it. It was a big hot wheels set, with 3 cars, tracks and everything. This goes on and on until everyone has opened 2 presents each. Luckily i haven't been torn open and killed yet...They all take a break, The kids are playing with some of there opened presents, while the mom and dad get a cup of coffee and some breakfast.




About 30 minutes later, there back! aahhhh! I get picked up, and tossed onto the couch, a little girl is ripping me open! ahhhhh!! The kids is just tearing me apart, ripping my insides out, and my outsides in. the kids crumples me up and throughs me in a blue plastic bag (maybe recycle bag??) She opens the brown box that i was wrapped around, and screams! apparently it was some thing called a Polly pocket? i don't know, but i got token over to a dark bin.


I have been in this been for like 2 days, i feel stuff piling over me, all of sudden, the bag that I'm in starts moving, i get slammed in a metal bin, and a couple of hours later i get picked up from a garbage truck and get smushed. I get taken to a dump and put in to a big factory of garbage. I see my friend beside me, i start talking to him about my adventure, and realise that it was fun....in a weird way, it was fun, with meeting kids, and having hot choco split on us, it was a very fun adventure....i can wait till next year! (Because i will get made into new wrapping paper)