Karla

    So this is how I became a pencil. So I was born in the big forest when suddenly I heard a loud noise. I noticed that I was getting chopped down by someone who had an axe “chomp” “chomp”. He chopped me down, I fell on the ground and I was scared and also saying “wee” “boom” I went. “Let’s go” yelled the man. I was taken by a big truck.

    Then I was at this place called the pencil factory. I was in the factory. They pushed me in this thing and I was turned into a smooth bright yellow pencil. Before I knew it I was in a box all squash and there was no space for me. I was put in a box got send to dollar tree. I got bought by this girl named Karla and her friend Katelyn. I got in a thing and I was sharpened by them.

    At first I was scared. I was out of the sharpener and I had a point, they were going to draw and they grabbed me and started to draw with me It was very fun. Then they name me pencil and my owner was Karla.

    We left to the house of Karla and she drew a little more. Then she went to sleep. It was night now see you. Then I went to sleep “zzz”. It was a day and it was time to go to school. I got to go with Karla, so she went in and started to sharpen other pencils and I was on the table next to her and another pencil.

    At first I was shy, and then I said “hi” and she said “hi” back and “ring” went the bell and school started, then when all the kids had done everything on the board, school was over. So now you know how I became a pencil. 

Kenny

    Someday I wish I could draw. I live in Mexico. One day I was looking at the sun. I heard a noise like a dinosaur. Then suddenly a tree crashed me. I got hurt, then the men said “Este esta bien” I said “ay ay ay ay”. Then the next thing happened I was in a pencil factory.    

    They took me to dollar tree. Then Ms. L bought me at a Mexican store. Then she took me to her classroom. The first day I thought. Then a kid came, His name was Kenny, but his nickname was Sincara. I like calling him that. That’s a good name. He was the first one to use me.

    One day something horrible happened someone from the sun school got me out Sincara’s desk, the kid painted me!. The next morning Sincara found me. He said “Ay caramba que paso”. He told Ms. L if he can go to the bathroom, “Yes” she said, I was thinking what a nice teacher she is. Sincara took me with him then he washed me.

    So I’m still two years old, and I’m now his hand. This is the end of my story of how I became a pencil.

Parker

“Autobiography of a pencil”

By: Parker

    I was born in Alaska, on a leafy green fire tree. My brother never really played with me or even noticed me. One foggy day some loggers cut me down and sent me off to a factory.

    The factory workers turned me into a pencil, and put me in a pack of 12 pencils. “How many pencils can they fit in a pack? “ I asked. The pack of pencils I was in was put into store named Costco.

    One great day a 4th grade teacher bought me and took me into her classroom. “I’m so excited to be used.” I said. She tried to sharpen me but just as it was my turn to be sharpened, the kids came into the room. I was saved. Later a kid tried to sharpen me and it tickled. He didn’t hurt me and the kid that sharpened me was Parker Guralnick.  He used me and at reading groups someone stole me. Next, he threw me on the ground, and ripped off my eraser on me.

    Parker found me, and fit an eraser on me. “It fits” I said. Finally a kid sharpened me until I was just a stub. The teacher caught the student using me as a stub. And threw me away. And that was the end of my life as a pencil.

Reese

    “Vlooom!”, Snap boom crash. Ok guys let’s go vlooom!. Well no more time being a tree for me. Shred, oh, oh, oh other tiny me, hi twin me! Hello! I was tossed into a basket and taken to a very colorful room. A lady took me to something that looked very scary. I yelled, “Aha”! She put me in. It tickled; I was being sharpened for the first time! Then I was given to a small boy. He threw me across the room. “Ouch”! I yelled.

   I fell under a desk and met a friend. “Hello my name is Frido.” I said. “My name is Slappy. “Nice to meet you” “How long have you been under here?

   “So to avoid big man from snapping me in half!”. big man? Yes he’s a child that breaks things even us. I’ve been hiding. “Boom… boom” Don’t move a bit ok.

    There you are, “Slappy help”! “No help me big man got me!” No, yes, no, yes, no, yes, no, yes, no help!!! It was nice to know you.” You too crack! And they both had to break.

Ben

    Hi my name is Ben the pencil. I was born in a forest in Alaska. When they chopped me down and made me into a pencil I was shipped to an antique store. I was bought by a 350 pound 67 year old man who delivered pencil to schools.

   

I was brought to a 2nd grade class of 22 kids. The only problem I have is I don’t like people, why you might wonder? Because they chopped me down!

  

  Luckily one of the kids took me home with him. Five days later he went to a therapist and forgot to take me out of his pocket. So I’m learning how to control my anger.

  

  One day I fell out of his pocket and landed next to a 5,000,000,000,000 year old pencil. The pencil was not very nice. Plus he said the meanest thing I have ever heard for what a pencil can hear anyway. He said, “You are the dullest pencil in the world” when he said that I think I broke my led.

   

One day after 16 years next to that pencil a person came looking for firewood. He found me. So that is my sad but true ending of me

R.I.P

Ben the pencil

(2002-2012)

Lucia

The pts = Pencil

Talk show!!!

By: Lucia

    “Hi my name is Lucia, and welcome to my show”. Now where is that pencil? 
“Here I am!” 
“Good thing I found you,”  said Lucia.
"You didn’t find me I found myself” 

“No you didn’t”

“yes I did” 

“No”, 

“Yes”,

“No”,

“Yes.

    Well anyways the show is about to start. 

“What show?” 

“The show you know where I’ll ask you questions and you have to tell me the answers to the questions. “Spoil Alert just joking”. 

Stop playing around. 

“And were on in 5-4-3-2” 

“Um… you forgot one”.

    Talk show!!!

    “Sssh” 
“Oh oh I got you guys want me to say one?” 
“No” 
“Oh here I go… One!
“Here I go again stop PLAYING Around”.
“Um you do know were already on?”

    “Well then say what you say at the beginning. 

“Fine I’ll say it, Hi may name is Lucia, and welcome to my show. For today are special guest Pencil the pencil. Hi pencil how are you doing today?”

“Who me” 

Yes you”

“Well I’m doing well.

    So moving on the second question, where were you born?” 

“I was born in the dark, dark woods raised by my momma tree”. 

“What happened next?”. 

Well I was cut down and taken to a country or city. I don’t remember but I do remember that the city or country was name Pennsylvania.”

Well folks that’s it, because the time ran out”.

   

The time ran out where? Which door or window? Or anything or anywhere, I’ll catch the time and I’ll bring him or her back”. 

“No, no, no, it’s just an expression I said. 

“What’s an   expression”? Replied the pencil,

“An expression is an expression. 
“Hello I still don’t know what expression is. Never mind. 

“Wait one last minute question”. 
"Oh but only one more," said the pencil.

“Now what is your biggest problem?” 

“My biggest problem is the huge blue sharpener”. 

“Now what is wrong with the sharpener?” 

    “Well first of all I don’t like to go in it’s very big white teeth”.

“Ring” 

“The bell just rang and I am going to be late for my class. About the sharpener, “No Lucia you can’t do this to me! Ah! 

“Now where is that other pencil?” “Let that pencil rest in peace please!!!

Kendyl

Many years ago I was a tree born in China but when I grew up I was two years old. It was horrible! The people cut me down. “Timber” said the men.

    “Ouch” I said, that hurts! Before you know I’m sent to the eraser making place. This is horrible I’m now!

    This is horrible “Ouch” I said. That hurts. I got tossed around the room. When I was in preschool at the end of the day the kinds left. I’m getting in the pack. “Ha lady why are you shoving me in the pack?.” “Said the pencil. “