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The Plastic Ocean
As I walk across the bridge I notice that there are lots of crunching sounds so I glance over and see that there are loads of bottles like the height of mini Mt Everest. I spot some people who look like they are in plastic land. I think to myself that would be so boring if I was doing that. I decide to go and have a look down there and straight away I see huge sacks are placed under the bridge packed to the brim with plastic bottles all shapes and sizes.
The plastic is the depth of a girls knees and looks as if it is an ocean built by plastic. I spot the mother of the kid and see she’s holding a knife. A big whiff of dusty air splashes into my face like I am at a water park and a ride just finishes and water goes everywhere. A lady looks like she is cutting the tags off and putting them in baskets. I feel sad for them… Then a guy walks up to me and says, “Eh man you’re trespassing” says the guy. From what I can see is that everyone there looks depressed mainly because they probably have a low pay job. As I walk away I think to myself “how many of these are there in the world?” because this plastic junkyard is not healthy for the environment.
