Ouch! Don’t stuff me in this suffocating ugly, pink Barbie wallet. Hi. My name is Mary Jackson. Yes I am Mr. Jackson’s daughter. I’m a 20 dollar bill. Everyday I’m stuck in this wallet owned by a little girl named Annie. She thinks that she’s going to buy something, but doesn't. When she puts me back, she just stuffs me in her Barbie wallet. I wish I were to be given to go to a different home. Maybe a Coach, Prada, Marc Jacobs, or maybe even Gucci. If only, ahhhhh!!!! Where are you taking me? (10 minutes later)
Where am I? Is this a new home for me? Who am I kidding? This is just a plain, old, black cashier box. I guess this is my new home, or should I say my new “temporary” home. Wait! Now where are you taking me?! (5 minutes later) Why is the world shaking? Don’t tell me it’s an earthquake. Ooooooo! Fresh air. You know, I’m starting to like my new home.
Life in my new home is pretty nice, but being a $20 bill is hard. You always get moved from one place to another. I guess you get to travel a lot, but that’s the only plus. Otherwise, there are too many negatives. Make sure you don't turn into a $20 like I did.
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