When I was in first grade my teacher showed me a small shriveled shell hanging from a branch.Inside this shell she said is a catterpillar waiting to become a butterfly.When the day comes the catterpillar will come out of this very shell as a beautiful butterfly and fly away.From then on I began to watch the cacoon everyday taking time from everything to watch and wait.I knew how that catterpilar must have felt, ugly and out of place but, in some ways I also envied it because it would have a chance to change .It had the key to become something new.To escape the life it had.One day I came to the leaf where the shell had been only to see it laying broken into crumpled brown peices.Had someone crushed it?Where did it go?Had it survived? .As I looked up searching the sky for the creature I saw a colorful glint in the corner of my eye as I turned to find out what it was I I came face to face with the butterfly!It paused on the leaf slowly turning around before letting out it's brand new wings and flying away.It's journey was finaly over and now it was beautiful.Now it had its wings.I watched it fly off hoping that someday I could be just like that catterpillar and become something beautiful.
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aww butterflies >< ai ai ai...