The robot and the butterfly.

Cold.... That's how i feel....that's how i always feel.In a cell a cold,dark and always lonely . I was in a quite land called Utopia yes Utopia .... I was in a cell if you couldn't already tell . They hang our rusty,horrible and desguting cells at the top of the neverending sky .

my purple meltalic back felt rusty as always ....

A leaf look-alike flew so free... free. It was a butterfly -a blue body and orange winged butterfly- it looked so peaceful. It crepted on the broken bar which was rusty ... just like me . I hated the colour orange I just can't remember why ... It went to my finger to the palm of my hand . My so called revenge in the back of my head kept running through my mind ... why.

I remembered why I have remembered why I have so much revenge and why I hate the colour orange...orange.I was picking oranges for my family... then ... well... 'they' came. I didn't know what to so I just decided to hide. Three weeks later 'they' found me ... just

three weeks ... just three. 'They' were wearing orange... and that's why i hate the disgusting colour orange.

CRACK...the disgusting,horrifying and disgraceful butterfly circled itself up.I flicked it away never to see that horrifying creature ever... ever again. It went down like a dead bird. It flew down hopefully never to return . I will always hate the colour orange forever. I want to be free... free.

some day ... just some day i will be ...... FREE!

By Emma