A/n: The ideas in this and every other story came from DrigonBlood109 , Cheshire_SK ,and myself

The sun was setting, a cool breeze whisking by. Everyone was talking and enjoying time together except them. They were silent, unable to speak to the chattering people. No one respected them or even gave them credit for any of their work. They were subject to the talking figures farther away.

So they decided to run away.

They turned their back on their master and whatever family they had had while they were there and ran. Leaping into the unknown, they hurried off with the sound of laughter shrinking behind them. The wind howled at their back, urging them forward. Running across a wide log, the only thing in their mind was freedom.

Suddenly the ground below them have way and they fell, landing with a clank. Tired, they continued forward, gradually slowing from a sprint, to a jog, and then a walk. Dead on their feet, a stray mound caused them to fall. Landing on their face, the couldn't find the strength to ride again.

A large hand appeared above them. It was familiar and terrifying, but they couldn't do anything. They were powerless against their master. Slowly, they were pulled off the ground and taken back to where they had started. Only now, they were working, not being trusted alone again. And the sun was setting, a cool breeze whisking by. Everyone was talking and enjoying time together except them. They were hard at work, not stopping now until their term was complete. Then, they would be able to live a new life, without being ignored.

They'd be free.

*Disclaimer: This story is about a plastic coffee cup lid.