AUTHOR'S NOTE: All I want is for someone to ask me about my life or how I am feeling but it never happens. Even the other cards don't talk to me. Sooner or later I hope I get some respect.
People don’t know anything about me and the always say nothing besides a human has feelings well I beg to differ. I for one am way more than that. I’m something everyone uses. People love me when they get me for gifts. You can use us just about anywhere but me I from the mall so you can only use me there. Do you know what I am?
The whole process is long and hard for us visa cards. We have to go through a machine that takes our circle plastic piece and cuts it to the perfect size. That is our birth as humans would say, except our birth hurts when the knife cuts us down to a normal box size. Next we travel through brushes that clean us making sure we are all god to go to the numbering station this is the most painful part of it all. Every person has a different finger print well that what numbering is. The big fat monster puts all these marking upon our bodies. I hate them I feel all gangster with the tattoos. We all have different ones. My numbers are 374329074662225. Once the monster is done with the torture we move onto the mailing room. We each get a special wrapping then get packed into different boxes depending on where you are supposed to end up. My friend and I got split right away I didn’t even get a chance to know his name. I don’t even have a name. Isn’t that sad?
I finally get to my destination, my new home and I got to leave right away. It was great, besides that the person selling me put a huge 75 one me whatever that means. I went home with her and she stuck me in this dark black room.A few days later the same lady that can and picked me up started wrapping my with some colorful paper. I was so scared. Trapped and left alone until one day I felt the movement of something. I was relocating. Only upstairs when I smelt pine and sure enough the next day the paper had been opened and I could breathe again. The girl was filled with joy to see me but still never know I had feelings. Someday she will use me just like all off the others. I hope it’s soon though I can’t wait any longer to meet my next big adventure.
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