“But you’re the one who’s blaming me for everything! You’re being really mean!”
“I am not! I can at least help the humans! I can be their clothes and if they’re are cold; I can be their blanket. What can you do besides pollute the environment?”
Plastic and Cotton were neighbors and were having an argument. Cotton thought that just because Plastic was inorganic, he could not help the human race. But Plastic thought he was wrong and kept debating. He was not about to give up very easily.
“This is not right!” Plastic said calmly, in fact too calmly. “Yes it is!” Cotton said, shaking his fist at Plastic. He was still very angry, although he was starting to hesitate a bit. There was a look in Plastic’s eyes that made him back off. But a voice inside Cotton was urging, almost bribing him not to give up. And as usual, Cotton listened to that inner voice. He was new here, in this neighborhood, and he had already made enemies with his next-door neighbor.
Cotton quickly picked up a stone and threw it, full force at plastic. Plastic tried to hide his smile. He put a look of fright on his face. The stone came whirling towards plastic. As it hit him, he fell over.
“Oh he’s dead!!!” Cotton said happily to himself. He dragged poor Plastic into the forest and dropped him there.
“Aha!” he said satisfied with his work. “Now everyone will know he pollutes the environment! And I’ll be famous!” Cotton was very excited, he continued, “They’ll think I’m a hero! They will listen to everything I say!” Cotton couldn’t stop talking, “I WILL RULE!!!” He once more checked Plastic, and with that, he skipped off.
When Cotton was out of earshot, plastic opened one eye and then the other. He opened his mouth to laugh. At first it was just a snort, and then in a few moments it turned into hysterical laughter. Tears were pouring out of Plastic’s eyes; he wiped them, reduced his laughter and said, “That fool! Doesn’t he know that a stone can’t hurt plastic and he was checking my pulse, like I really have one!”
Plastic began laughing again. But slowly his laughing subsided and a sly grin spread across his face. A plan began to take place in his mind…
Plastic quietly and quickly slipped into Cotton’s backyard. He crouched beside his enemy’s bedroom window and looked in. As he turned, a twig snapped below his foot. Cotton turned to face the window. He was startled at the sight, his eyes narrowed as he recognized his neighbor. Dead neighbor.
“Plastic?” Cotton shrieked.
“Well, hello Cotton.” Plastic oozed.
- by
Divya Gautam
MYP 1
