Flow Chart

Step 1- Starts out as a tree

Step 2- Tree is chopped and put through a machine to remove all bark

Step 3- Once bark is removed tree parts are put through a chipper to be cut into tiny pieces

Step 4- Put into Pulper where chemicals and steam turn tree into cellulose fibers

Step 5- Then goes through the hydrapulper where pieces are then re hydrated together

Step 6- It is then screened and dried in the final machine

Step 7- Then it is finally put into the paper making machine where it will soon be distributed  

Day 3: My New Recycled State

My fibers have came together in a sheetlike form. I am now being dried and distributed into packages and shipped all around the world. I feel very strange and different. I arrive in a store called Staples and then thrown on a shelf where I sit there. Finally some one picks me up and brings me to the register where i am purchased and brought to a new home. I am thrown into a binder and brought to school where I written on. It feels weird and tickles. A pointy lead object being pushed against me. Then I realized what i was... paper! From paper i am thrown in the trash and recycled again multiple times until there is nothing left of me. Life from here on doesn't get any better.  

Day 2: The Factory

I have finally woken up from that dreadful long fall. I have been chopped up into 20 different pieces and thrown in the back of a dump truck. I am scared. I do not know what to even think at this point. What are they going to do with me? So many thoughts are running through my mind. The truck finally stops. The men come to the back doors and open them. I tumbled out of the back of the truck onto my head in multiple different pieces. The men put my remains in a barrel where i am then pushed to a very abruptly loud machine.  The men take me out of the barrel piece by piece and chuck my wooden body into the machine where i am chipped into small fine pieces. I scream in agony and pain! My body is being torn like meat through a meat grinder. I can not help myself. I am weak. All i can do is lie here motionless. My wood chips are put into pulp digesters where I am broken down by steam and chemicals and turned into gloppy cellulose fibers.

Day 1: A Beautiful Day in the Woods

It is a beautiful day in the woods. Birds are flying from branch to branch, squirrels are climbing all around, and people are walking through the nature trail. All the trees and I are enjoying this day, catching some sun rays, and swaying back and forth with the wind as it blows. There was not a worry in the world in the life as a tree. What could possibly make this day bad? And then i heard something. It would loud, mean, and howling as if a chain was screaming. It was a human. He put a chainsaw right into the gut of my stomach. My bark was chipping away piece by piece, my branches were falling one by one, and then i heard the men yell, "TIMBER," as a stuck the ground and drew a blank.