Metamorphosis: The Coin Man

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Metamorphosis: The Coin Man

Everything was as it should be. The sun shone through the crack in the curtains, filtering across the room and highlighting speckles of dust where it fell. I shivered for no apparent reason. I tried to pull the covers up to my chest, nothing happened. I froze for a moment then tried to scratch my face. Still nothing happened, it was as if my body wouldn’t do what my brain was telling it to. A strange feeling came over me, I couldn’t work out what was wrong.

In the distance I heard a knock at the door and my mother’s voice inviting someone in. Footsteps thudded on the stairs that led to my bedroom, the door flew open and Jimmy, the friend I walk to school with, flew in. Jimmy looked straight through me calling my name, and I was staggered that he hadn’t seen me. I yelled “Jimmy, I’m over here!” but he didn’t respond.

Jimmy came towards my bed and sitting on it he began flicking through my magazines. He glanced down at me and started to look around for any signs of people watching him. I thought that this was strange and wondered what he was doing. In the end I thought he was just playing a practical joke. But then he reached down and picked me up and I was dumped into his pocket. It was then that it hit me – I was not a person any more.

Jimmy left my room and quietly went downstairs. He was outside the bathroom and thinking I was in there, said that we were going to be late and that he was setting off to school, so I should hurry up and catch him in five minutes or so. Jimmy exited the house without anybody noticing.

He was walking to school and was boasting about something, and then, all of a sudden his hand reached into his pocket I was grasped and pulled out sharply. There were three faces all staring down at me. I could not comprehend what they were looking at, or even what I was.

I was put back into his pocket and started bumping about as he ran and ran. It seemed to go on forever and I began to feel dizzy as I recognised a familiar sound. Jimmy went into the corner-shop that we always go in to on the way to school, when he stood on the mat it buzzed to let the assistant know someone was there. I was plucked from his pocket again. This time I was handed over to a cashier at the till, then released. I realised that I was some kind of money. I did not know my value but thought that it must be a large amount as all the people who were looking at me were amazed! The cashier at the till gave Jimmy his change, which was a large amount I must say. Then that was the last I saw of Jimmy.

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I was in the till, feeling sick, because the till was going in and out, in and out, for about ten minutes, until the crowds of children had dispersed to school. It was suddenly peaceful and quiet. I heard nothing until suddenly voices were raised and I could hear them moving towards the till. I listened intently but did not recognise any of the voices. I heard the cashier screaming and then the till flew open. It took me a while to focus as the till had been dark and creepy. I was grabbed by the cashier’s hand and ...

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