I was born in Portland Oregon 2001. I was taken to the wood factory and made into a pencil. A guy brought me to Fred Meyers. I was bought by a guy named Mr. B.
He brought me to a school named Rigler. The first person to use me was Jacy. He drew a picture of me with a pencil in my hand. I thought I looked pretty good.
He wrote a story with me, about his cute dog. He went home and I was all alone in the dark. It was very scary. The next day, I was used for math, science, writing, drawing and notes.
We wrote about going to the center of the earth. He said a lot about rubies, gold and diamonds. “I think he likes mining because he talks about it a lot”. I like Jacy because he is gentle with me and he doesn’t break me like kindergarteners would.
You yourself in your story, Jacy! Are you really as careful with pencils as the Jacy in the story? Pencils are useful tools, aren't they.
ReplyDeleteDo you really have a cute dog? Better not let the dog get your pencil. The dog might chew it up!
David