“CHA CHING!” I heard the cash register ring up as I woke up. I heard loud yawns coming from the other slots. “Why does the register have to be so loud and obnoxious?”, said Larry. Larry is a $5 bill. “You’ve been in this cash register for how long now and you can’t even get used to it?”, Krystal said sassily. Krystal is a $10 bill. Krystal and Larry argued for the next 10 minutes. The cash register opened and the bright light hit all of us. We were all afraid on who the hand would grab us. I felt myself go higher and higher. Then, all I saw was darkness.
I was in such an unfamiliar place and it was just filled with darkness. I was tumbling and tumbling. It felt like it was a long car ride. I woke up to loud noises and someone had taken me out of their pocket. We were in this place filled with these machines with people putting money into them. Some people were even screaming because their machine has the word “Jackpot” written on them. I saw a sign that was placed on the one of the walls that said “Welcome to Las Vegas”. This unfamiliar place wasn’t like Los Angeles, it was more colorful and bright. I wondered how long I was going to be here.
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I was then taken and put into another cash register. It was uncomfortable. “You new here?, said this $1 bill. “It’s my first day here.”, I replied back. “My name’s Bill.”, said the $1 bill. . “My name is Frank.”, I answered.“Where you from?”, he asked. “Los Angeles. I’m trying to find a way back.”, I said. “There’s a train that takes you from here to Los Angeles.”, Bill said. “Really? How can I get there?”, I yelled back in excitement. “You just have to wait for the right person to come by.”, said Bill. I waited and waited after that and no one came