[ WP ] You are a shiny silver dollar , newly minted . Write about the things you see .

WHACK! 
 
 *Ouch! Ow! OUCH! * The cries from other silver dollars rang through the coin tube where we all were tightly packed together. 
 
 WHACK! 
 
 I swear I felt some edges on my coin rim crack. My head spun and my eyes crossed with stars dancing. Or was that just a gleam of light breaking through the coin tube? 
 
 WHACK! 
 
 The paper of the coin tube ripped in half and we all stumbled out, soaring through the air. As we all fell, I felt I moved through the slow motion when I spun around and saw other silver dollars shining in the light with flash of terror in their eyes and silently screaming with their mouths open in *O*. 
 
 Down below, the value bin was already open where more dollars braced for us when we fell on them. Many old worn-out faces shook their heads to shake the impact off and stared at us in curiosity. They looked like they have been here for years and never seen the light of the world. Others were just freshly minted like us with no idea what to expect next... 
 
 CLACK. 
 
 Out of nowhere, the big hand swooped down toward us. The faces on old dollars widened their eyes in terror as big as pennies and although they tried to scatter out of the way, they remained frozen and held their breaths. The big hand snatched one- 
 
 *Nooooooooo. * The unfortunate dollar wailed, desperately trying to bite the finger when it inspected the year on the dollar. 
 
 -two, no, three more dollars and clenched them! The big hand closed the value and the darkness fell over us with a click. 
 
 *Where are we? * The new dollars asked. 
 
 *We are in the bank, I think*, one of old timers murmured and one by one, they began telling their tales to reassure the new ones. Some had seen everywhere in the world through the hands of collectors while others spent decades preserved in trunks and jars. 
 
 Before we could say anything more, the value opened and the hand came for us again, searching for the next unfortunate dollar to snatch. We all collectively held our breaths, hoping that it will choose other coin. I could feel its flesh brushing over my face -- - no, no, not me, please, no, no -- - and it snatched me! 
 
 Clink, clink, clink. 
 
 Next thing I knew, I got dumped in some pocket with other coins, pocket lint, and some old candy wrappers. 
 
 *Get your face off my ass*, the old grouchy Washington coin grumbled and shuffled away. 
 
 I looked around inside the pocket half full of new and old coins. Abes, Jeffersons, Washingtons, others I do not recognize with foreign marks on them and some even had holes in the middle. A new piercing style, maybe? 
 
 *Where are we going? * I asked. 
 
 *Ah, you must be new*, one of Abes winked. 
 
 *Is n't it obvious? * Another Abe grunted. *Any decent coin will know damn well. * 
 
 The first Abe ignored him. *Well, this is no coin, it is the dollar. It does not belong here with us. Did n't they tell you the rules of the dollar? * 
 
 *No. * 
 
 *Well, it's going to be a quite adventure for you, my new friend. * 
 
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 ** [ EDIT ] ** Fixed some formatting and edited some sentences. Great prompt!
