POV of a $100 Bill

My day started off like any other day. Folded three times in some random persons wallet. This is an odd experience but I enjoy it. With the time I get to spend with them I get to know them pretty well. I learn their name, address, age, credit card info, and what their kids look like. Today I heard my owner good job and then pulled me out. I hate getting pulled out, it's so comfortable inside a wallet. He handed me over to the excited kid, and a smile appeared on his face. He seemed like a nice young lad, but what he did with me after his father left was awful. He immediately ran tot the store and bought a video game, a phone case, and a lot of candy. How stupid could someone be? He just received me today and already spent all of me. I liked my old owner better. Now I reside in a small vault with many of my own kind. It's peaceful in here.