Linen and Cotton Makes Luna Whole Inside of the Federal Reserve Bank of San Francisco, the machines were going faster and faster but also gradually slowing down. Sounds of the machines were getting softer and softer. A green-eyed, soft blond woman turned the machines off. The dollars were then were sent off to a bank. Every dollar in the truck was bellowing except for the dollars on the top. The truck went up and down. The wind went whoosh, whoosh. Then there was a loud creek from the back of the truck. A bright yellow light went into the back of the big truck. People with grey suits and dollars ties unloaded us and put us in a big room. I was positioned next a stack of 20 dollar bills. The bills were sassy. They talked about who they
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She put me and the others into her wallet. “Hi,” some dollar said,” I’m Honey the hundred dollar bill. Who are you?” “I’m Luna,” I said, “named after the moon.” After talking for a while, I heard a loud crack. I looked up and saw the gleaming sunlight. The wind picked me up and flew me over to a dark alley. There were trash cans, mud, graffiti, and terrible pipes. I thought I was never going to be used. While in the alley, I saw a homeless man looking for some food in the trash cans. I felt so sorry for him and wished he noticed me. He finally went over to where I was at but he didn’t see and moved on. Few weeks later, a family with worn out clothes and knotted hair were ejected of the back of a restaurant. They looked in the trash cans but groaned with disappointment. Wishing they saw me, I caught the wind and went over to a little boy about six years old. He caught me. “I found a dollar bill!” he said jumping with …show more content…
The little boy began to run. The wind rushed through his hair and hand. He then turned around and went back to the dark alley. I saw his family talking about what to do with me. A girl, named Greta, suggested putting me in the bank. I began to worry because I heard from Honey that sometimes a dollar is way too old to be used. After a few minutes, the family said that they were going to put me the bank. The family discussed which bank they would put me in. They discussed which ones they were banned from. The list consisted of all the banks in California and Nevada. A female that I thought was the mother said we should travel by foot to the closest Oregon bank because we near the border of
She put me and the others into her wallet. “Hi,” some dollar said,” I’m Honey the hundred dollar bill. Who are you?” “I’m Luna,” I said, “named after the moon.” After talking for a while, I heard a loud crack. I looked up and saw the gleaming sunlight. The wind picked me up and flew me over to a dark alley. There were trash cans, mud, graffiti, and terrible pipes. I thought I was never going to be used. While in the alley, I saw a homeless man looking for some food in the trash cans. I felt so sorry for him and wished he noticed me. He finally went over to where I was at but he didn’t see and moved on. Few weeks later, a family with worn out clothes and knotted hair were ejected of the back of a restaurant. They looked in the trash cans but groaned with disappointment. Wishing they saw me, I caught the wind and went over to a little boy about six years old. He caught me. “I found a dollar bill!” he said jumping with …show more content…
The little boy began to run. The wind rushed through his hair and hand. He then turned around and went back to the dark alley. I saw his family talking about what to do with me. A girl, named Greta, suggested putting me in the bank. I began to worry because I heard from Honey that sometimes a dollar is way too old to be used. After a few minutes, the family said that they were going to put me the bank. The family discussed which bank they would put me in. They discussed which ones they were banned from. The list consisted of all the banks in California and Nevada. A female that I thought was the mother said we should travel by foot to the closest Oregon bank because we near the border of