A day in the life of a fifty pence coin

Aaah. I snuggled down deeper into the plush, leather cushion of the wallet. How nice it was to be here, lazing around all day, using the little pennies as entertainment. I smiled them, although their value was nothing compared to mine. I was the superior, the fantastic, the amazing fifty pence coin!!! I know, I was so brilliant wasn’t I? Just then, I noticed something strange. I gasped. No - it couldn’t be! I knew it had to be though. A coin! More valuable that me! We could not have that here. Imagine if the others found out. They’d all be bowing down do the useless two pound coin. I quickly shoved it into the corner, hoping nobody had seen it. After all, I’d be doing them a favour, wouldn’t I?

As I was shoving, I noticed a hand towering over me. Before I could ask myself what it was doing, it’d picked me up and yanked me out of my cosy wallet! It was a tradgedy! Immediatley, the hand wrapped itself around me, the drops of sweat starting to cling to my beautifully shiny metal. I gasped in shock. I had spent hours polishing that shiny metal mixed with silver! I dashed around the inside of the fleshy hand, desperately trying to avoid the warm drops of sweat splashing onto the hand. I tripped over, falling into a huge mound of dirt. Unexpectedly, I heard a little ’ting!’ A coin! I must be in a shop. Suddenly, I felt the hand’s grip beggining to slip, and I began to fall towards the ground…

Blinking my eyes, (or what felt like eyes) I remembered where I was. Typical humans, carelessly chucking precious coins like me onto a disgusting floor. Looking around, I realised what I was really in for. Crumpled up sweet wrappers and chewed up bubble gum bombarded the floor, while hairy spiders scuttled among the human feet. Glaring at a random human, I swore I would get my revenge eventually. No human could ever get rid of me! As I strained to move, I spotted a sticky hand wobbling it’s way towards me. I groaned. Not again! It tried to pick me up, but instead it knocked me towards a drain.

As I fell down towards darkness, I tried to scream. Then I remembered. I’m a fifty pence coin! Of course I can’t scream. I’m a fifty pence coin! I fell into the murky water with a quiet plop. There was silence, apart from the muffled scrape of rats’ claws scraping against stone walls. Pathetically, I bobbed along the water, feeling hopeless. Oh, I wish I could be back in my cosy wallet! A rush of water came over my head, and I was lost forever.