The Pencil

I am the yellow pencil, the greatest of all writing utensils. A few weeks ago, Billy had a huge test, and I needed to be in tip top shape for it. The night before, while he was sleeping, I made a few preparations.

First, I trimmed my single toe nail to a sharp point. Dull nails are just he worst when it comes to writing long essays. I hid the shavings at the bottom of his backpack, where all the other trash goes anyways. Next, I went over to the computer room to get a new hairdo. I needed to amp up the volume, and Billy's mom just bought a huge pack of these colorful wigs that just snap right on.

Test day came, and I was ready to go. The test was 4th hour, but after 3rd hour, Billy forgot me on the table! He was about to go into a test without a pencil! I had to get back to him. I rolled down the stairs to his class, sustaining several cracks in the process. A huge shoe stepped on me and fractured my spine, barely leaving me in one piece. At last I rolled into the testing room. I had made it back to Billy.

What I saw broke my number 2 heart. Billy was holding a newer, better mechanical pencil. I had been replaced. My life was no longer meaningful. I had no other options. I threw myself into the garbage can, never to be used again.