1. Raúl Torres Estrany
My life as a Lamborghini
I’m in the garage waiting for my owner. I need to run, I need to feel the wind in
my windscreen and the heat of my engine in my bonnet.
I’ve been waiting for two hours and finally my owner arrives. He has his Lamborghini keys
in his hands; when I see this know that it’s time to have fun.
It’s a nice day in Mallorca: People are swimming in the sea and sunbathing but this is not
enough for me. My 750 horsepower needs to run at a very high speed, 120 km speed limit is a
bad joke for a Lamborghini.
I can see the sunset, the day is going to end and I’m going to return to the
garage! Wait! We have arrived to a strange place, is it a track? Time for a race!
I’m running at a velocity of 350 km/h! This is the best thing that I’d ever done!
Time flies when you’re having fun! Now is time to return to the garage and wait
the next extreme adventure!
Javier Lapeira
My life as a car bumper
Hi, my name’s Collin, and I’m a Lamborghini bumper. Most of you will think “Wooow, he
belongs to a Lamborghini, an expensive, fast and beautiful car!”, but remember, I’m only a
bumper. It might be one of the most useless pieces of a Lamborghini because I’m fixed to the
chassis, and that means that I’m painted! And the key question: what can a painted bumper be
used for? It only takes a gentle graze to get scratched!
Well, besides that “little” problem, my life is very, very, very interesting, extremely
interesting. The only thing I do is eating mosquitos, flies and other insects, along with my

2. friend Jake the license plate, and Nora and Aron, the twin car headlights. Hopefully, there’s a
thing I like from the Lamborghini I belong to: in winter I’m very comfortable and warm,
because in my back, there’s a big and powerful engine, but in summer...well, it’s better not to
comment on.
In conclusion, you probably wish some things in your life. Please don’t wish to be a car
bumper, or you will have many regrets. Well, maybe the car rear bumper...I would like to try
that.
Maravillas Rebasa
My life as a Roll-on deodorant
Hi guys, you will never believe what my life has been like, really.
I was born in Wales and, since the moment I was born, I never saw daylight for a long time.
I used to live in a box with hundreds of other deodorants. This lasted for five months but it
wasn’t bad at all because it smelled so nice.
One summer day someone with a striped shirt and a nameplate, where the name Sonia was
written, took some deodorants out of the box. At first, I was not among the chosen ones.
They started to shout. I tried to help them but I couldn’t move.
She placed them in a white long shelf. She came back. I was shivering. Too bad, she took
me! I tried to escape and fell on the floor but still I couldn’t move. The outside of the box was
a large and white space with lots of smells. I was finally placed near the other deodorants, but
at the front row!
My life went from bad to worse. One day an adorable little child took me and started
shouting:
­ Mum, mum, look, for daddy!!
She was cute and looked harmless but I was afraid of everything, I didn’t want to leave that
place.

3. We arrived home and the little girl gave me to his father. He was a big chubby man, bald and
dressed with a uniform.
Now, it comes the worst part, every morning he takes my shoes off and rubs my feet in
his smelly hairy armpits. Ugh! It’s so disgusting. And he does it every day. It makes me
vomit lots of times. I really can’t take it anymore.
Tony Li
My life as an olive.
It was a sunny day, and the sunlight hit my face mercilessly. Although I was covered by
short green hair from my mother a beautiful olive tree,.I still had a plenty of heat, and
my other green brothers too. the hard life of an olive is like that every summer day. But
one day came a strange giant who kidnapped my brothers and me. After a long time in a
cage, we were taken to a huge castle. He dropped my brothers and me on a conveyor
belt .Then, they cleaned us and next they took out our bones, and they filled the hole
with anchovies. Finally, they put my brothers and me inside a really black bottle. My
brothers and me thought that it was the end of our life. One day we saw the light again.
We were waiting to see what had happened with our friends anchovies when a big
hand grabbed me and took me to his mouth. Then I knew. I was going to be the first to
be eaten ...
Cristhian Rodas, 24
My life as a Pair of Football Shoes
Hi everyone! We are two brothers. My brother, The Left One. ­Hey, whatsuuuup?­ and me,
The Right One. We are two brothers, twins as you can see, and well, this is our story.
Since we began to be sewn together until the laces were tied, our obsession has always been
stepping on a field, in which we both could play with that spherical idolized thing called “The
Ball”. ­Isn’t it Brother?, ­ Yess, the ball.

4. Anyway, we wanted to kick it and kick it and we never stopped as we ran a few centimeters
from the ground, striding, driving the ball to insert it into the net to finally score the desired
goal with rage. This dream began to come true the day our owner took us out of our red box.
Inside it was dark but outside we finally saw light. ­Didn’t we Brother?. ­Yeaah, the light.
Our owner put us on his feet and tied us fast. He stood up and made us take a couple of heavy
steps. I looked at my brother and said:
­ “Almost there. Get ready.”
­”I'm ready more than ever, I was born ready!”
We both jumped into the field, we were coordinated as brothers. We knew that our time had
come. An attack by the band was taking place when a mate decided to center a ball into the
area. I had the obligation to finish it . I knew that was my goal.
­Hey, “Bro”, don’t go so fast. The goal was merit of both of us.
­Brother, do not be naive. I’m sorry but you have the function of supporting foot. it
was me the one who had to finish it.
­Yeah I know but…
­Nope, my kick, my finish, my great goal.
­You had not been able to score that goal unless I had jumped and you know it. ­Okey
true. It was our goal, our moment. Great moment brother.
­Yeah.
Joan Zaldívar Rodríguez
My life as a Nike sock
Hello, I'm Stuart and I'm a nike sock. The cotton I'm made of, was collected on Egipt,
then it was taken to Taiwan where I was made.Afterwards I was transported to usa
where michael, my owner, bought me. I was so happy then. Michael played football
three times a week, and he was very good at it. But unfortunately, he lost me in the back
of his closet. I've been there for 15 years without seeing anyone. At least I can hear his
family. Michael has a very strong and deep voice, and I heard him say that he was going
to university. So one day, when he was going tho throw the closet out, he found me. I
was a dirty, whitish sock that smelled horrible so, he throw me to the bin. I was so

5. scared at that moment. I knew what was going to happen, I was going to get trapped in a
bag, that bag was going to a truck, that was going to threw the bag i was in to the dump,
and finally to the incinerator. I'm now on the brink of dyiing and to be burned and
disappear. The only thing that keeps me out of crying, is to think of Michael and.....
AAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!
Analiz Delgado 3E
My life as Sunglasses
Hey there! How are you doing? Enjoying your day?! Well I am! My name is SG, it’s an
acronym of an even more special name..but.. I’m not going to tell it to you yet. You’ll have to
guess!
Today it’s been a boring day, but cool too, I’ve been lying in my owner’s bag all morning.
She’s a girl. She’s very pretty, and she carries me everywhere with her, even though it’s a
rainy day.
I love hanging out with her, she grabs me, and I get to stay long hours sunbathing, and
enjoying the views! It’s really awesome. But sometimes, I have to say, I’m a bit jealous when
she puts me back in my case, and uses my sister instead of me, she’s called G. I hate it whens
she does that, but she says it’s very helpful for her to wear G.
So I kind of accept that, at the end of the day.
Later, she would only use me with her friends, when they start posing to their cameras, doing
some strange stuff such as blowing kisses and taking their tongue out, I don’t know to
whom…
That’s when she goes so fast to her bag, opens my case, and puts me on her eyes or hair just
to have a good “photo” ugh..
But anyway, I also have fun with her and she takes good care of me, so I love her.
That’s my day, my life.
See you
SG

6. Marti Comas
My life as a tree leaf
I was born in the better season of the year, spring. My mom was a very big ficus situated
in a peaceful and quiet place.
At the beginning I was almost nothing, but with the shiny sun and the pristine air, I
started to grow. Then the summer started, and I really enjoyed that season, because the
sun shined a lot and I could see lots of people around.
But suddenly the heat went away, and with it my colour too. My colour changed from
green to yellow and brown, and one day my moment arrived and I was separated from
my mom.
That was the worst day of my life. I stayed for hours and hours on the ground and I
couldn’t see the sun. Suddenly a kid picked me up and I went to a high school. There lots
of kids and an adult used me to do an experiment called chromatography. That was how
I died, squashed by lots of kids.
Andrea Peralta
My life as a perfume bottle
​Hello, I’m Chanel Nº 5, a perfume bottle and this is my sad story.
I was born in a factory, in a cold day of winter. Back then I knew I wanted to be unique
and original, it was very disappointing the fact that thousands of perfumes as me were
produced every day. But the day that changed everything was the day when someone
picked me up of my dark box and took me to her flat. She put me next to other perfume
bottles, but this time they didn’t look as me.
Life was good the perfume bottles were my friends and I was my owner’s favorite. But
things don’t last forever and one day she brought a new perfume, another Chanel Nº 5.
Since then she used me less, and the other perfume bottles told me she was considering
throwing me in the bin, all because I didn’t smell as well as time before, I was scared.

7. But then my owner told me that the things wouldn’t change, I believed her, but I
shouldn’t have done it.
The new perfume bottle stole my life, I didn’t have friends anymore and my owner
didn’t talk to me either. I was so depressed that I fled to start a new life. I lived in the
street for two days until someone picked me, she was a girl much younger that my
former owner. She helped me a lot, and she promised me that she wouldn’t buy another
Chanel Nº 5. But she did, and now I’m in the bin.
You might ask me what I learnt from life: Trust no one.
Alba Jiménez
My life as pair of pointe shoes
Today I was chilling in my black bed alone when a beautiful but gigantic hand picked me up.
She was my new and first owner.
I’ve been in factories, in the hands of heart­less and cold machines, but never in the hands of
a human. Other pointe shoes told me that this painful process was just to make us beautiful
and attractive to people and that later we would be thankful. At least that’s what they told me.
Since the first day, she twisted me, squeezed me and hit me against the floor. Everyday I bear
the weight of that fat cow, so I hurt her back!
At first I thought she was being rude, but as I saw her every single day waking up, fighting to
surpass herself and trying to improve her skills I realized she was just doing her best and, as​ ​I
did before, no one really saw that.
Now, every time she picks me up, I help her, I don’t hurt her, even if this is killing me and I
feel older everyday, I’m the one who can change this girl’s future
Now, my life spawn has ended, she will search other pointe shoes, I ask myself if I'm happy
right now but that answer has already been set, I'm happy.
Alejandro Torrente
My life as a Calculator

8. Hello everyone, my name is Albert Casio. I’m a scientific calculator used by a boy named
Michael. He is a disaster. He is always using me in other subjects instead of paying attention
and learning.
One of the things he keeps on doing that I really hate is that when a classmate asks him to use
me to solve a mathematical operation, he throws me to that classmate. The moment in which
I’m flying it’s nice, but if this classmate doesn’t grab me, that means that I’m going to have a
great impact against the floor. I really don’t know how I am still working...
But I have a big problem: I’m a solar scientific calculator, and Michael doesn’t know that, so
he keeps on bringing me inside his dark school bag. That means my hours are numbered...
I really think it’s time for a change in Michael’s behaviour.
Joan Amengual
My life as a tennis racket
Now that I’m on the brink of passing away from my life and nobody wants to play with me,
I’m going to tell you my intrepid life.
I was born in France in 2006, where some humans made me of carbonic fiber. I have many
siblings, my brother “Grip”, which is the one that allows humans to hit the tennis ball, and
my sisters the “Strings”, which get injured every time we play tennis. Most of the times we
meet our cousin “Antivibrator”, who protects my sisters from the tennis ball.
My weight is 295 grams and my string pattern is 16 per 19 cm and my sisters have 30 kg of
tension.
Our villains are “tennis balls”, which try to kill us, for this reason, we hit them hard.
Being a tennis racket it means that you suffer every time you are at work because humans
play with you, but it is not all bad news, because we enjoy playing tennis and seeing our
“boss” happy.
Ane Dicks
My life as panties

9. Hi everyone, my name is panties. I think all girls know me very well. My life begins when a
person buys me, and I have to say that this person has very good taste. My life is not so easy.
One of my most difficult moments to handle is when a very good smell comes out. No, now
seriously, it’s a very disgusting smell, I have to admit. I’m usually with my friend called
Jeans. My life is a bit dark, despite these times my owner has to take me off. The worst
moment of my life is when blood comes out like a waterfall. I think I’ve heard of that and if
I’m not wrong, it is called period. It is horrible, really.
I can be coloured or not, have frills or not. But, come on, you know me so well that there’s no
need for me to tell you I’m yellow with small bicycles. No, I’ve catfished you, I’m striped
and pink coloured.
I’m sometimes very uncomfortable when I notice when I get slowly into my owner’s butt.
My life ends when I get a bit smelly and not useful anymore, and I think that the moment has
come, so goodbye people. I have to hurry up, because if not, I’ll be late in the washing
machine.
Alex Pujol 3E
My life as high Heels
I wake up and my day starts with a foot touching the ground, going very fast in the streets,
touching the car pedal, going down and upstairs in the office.
I’m thin and high, my thickness depends on the climate, sometimes I walk in boots,
sometimes in shoes and others in sandals, I make bodies higher and more slender even I
exhaust them when they’re wearing me. I go over parties, restaurants... till high hours in the
morning.
I keep a fight into the wardrobes for room, for seasons, for height, for textures, colors,
materials and prints to be the most selected ones in my uncertain lifespan. Depending on the
quality. If I am a good pair, I can last for two years, if I am from an average category, then I
can last for one week and depending on whether I’m good or not in a crazy night I can only
last for that night.

10.
I’m sophisticated and elegant, I can have a prestigious name or not, the most famous ones,
the “Manolos”, in pointed toe box, open toe, in fur, in suede, in colors...
announced in TV, radios, galas, press and purchased by the most powerful, rich and famous
people in this world.
I can walk in different numbers and ways depending on genres and ages. I walk in wedge
heels, I go on urban excursions, not to the mountains. Who gets me in their feet are fortunate
and even though I cause wounds everybody loves me.
Axel Lavayen
My long life as a sobrassada
Hello!
My name is “From Majorca” and I’m a sobrassada who lives in Mercadona.
You might have seen me. I’m next to that cheese that everyone loves, Philadelphia, I think
his name is.
But, I’m not an ordinary lunch meat. I’m a sobrassada with an interesting past. Did you
know, that my origins go back to the ancient business between Sicily and the Iberian
peninsula? Of course you are not interested in my long tradition. Only a few people know my
story or at least, some people who are a little curious. Because almost everyone looks at me
just like a piece of meat, and I don’t know why.
In previous lives, I was part of the diet of important people. For example, the Catholic kings
and other less famous kings that hardly anyone remembers. And now, I’m surrounded by
idiots: cheeses and sausages that cost two euros or less.
But sorry, I can not continue talking any longer. A person is approaching and maybe I will be
in his shopping basket at the end of the day.

11.
Gabriel Fuster
My life as a Watch
Hi my name is Tempus, but you can call me Tes. I live on the left arm of a lady called Mary,
she is very forgetful and for this reason I remember she always that she is late. I remember
when she bought me.
It was a cloudy day, and in the watch store my friends and me we were singing the watch
anthem:
Tic­tac tic­tac tiki­taka tiki­taka tic­tac
Ohh god there were great seconds, but the people need us because they lose very quickly
their sense of time, for this reason Mary bought me, at 3 o clock and 24 seconds. The first
time she pick me I thought that she would play with me all the time but one hour latter she
bought me she only asked me:' what time is it?'. I started to cry because I thought my life
would be boring, but when I saw her house I felt happy because I saw my cousin Ekko the
alarm clock.
Every morning I get up with a smile on my flat because I know that I am with people and
objects that love me..
David Stefan Geamanu
Gaming Keyboard
I was waiting in my box, next to all my friends, waiting for someone to pick me up and buy
me, and that day, someone did it, and took me to my new home. I was so happy! But that
ended so fast, because when he took me out of the box, I saw what had happened to his last
keyboard. It was missing a lot of keys, and the mouse, was broken…. I was so scared now!
Soon I noticed he was a nice kid, but the only problem was that he couldn’t stand losing, and
when he lost a game, he raged so hard that he smashed his fists on my keys. That hurt a lot. I
was afraid of stopping working because I thought he would hit me harder so I never stopped
working. After some days, he lost a very important match, where he was ranking up in a
game. When he lost, he just grabbed me and threw me to the ground, and half of my keys fell
off. Next day, I woke up, and I realized that everything was a dream, (sigh) I was so relieved.

12.
Joan Palmer Alonso
My life as a pair of shoes
Hi, I’m a pair of shoes living in a drawer of boy’s bedroom and I’m gonna tell you what
Mondays are like for me. Let’s start.
It was Monday morning, it was exactly seven in the morning when he grabbed me under
the stairs and got into the car.
When I got to school, I climbed the stairs, walked down the hall, entered the class and
sat at the table.
The first and the most boring class, English, had already begun when someone knocked
on the door and entered pfff ... It was her, the most beautiful heel shoes had entered the
class. Suddenly life was good.
The lessons passed and she was still as beautiful. I did not dare to speak to her. It was
then, in the last class when I finally managed to say hello and she returned my greeting.I
was happy. When we returned home, my owner, as he always does, knocked me down
like a piece of paper. Any other day I would have felt angry with him, but that day I
was happy; I was in love.