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Story Time: I am a pencil
I was once a tree trunk. They cut me and sent me to a pencil factory where I was cut into several pieces and given a round shape. Later I was painted with different colours. Lead was stuffed in my stomach. Ouch! That was very painful. Then I was packed with my friends and sent to the market.
The shopkeeper placed me and my friends in a basket. One day a pretty little girl in a pink dress bought me. She said to the shopkeeper ‘I want a pencil’ the shopkeeper displayed me and my friends in front of her and she chose me. She then asked the shopkeeper the price, to which the shopkeeper replied that I would cost ten rupees.
The next day the girl took me to her school. There she did a horrible thing, she sharpened my head and made me bald. She then chewed my tail, and as if that wasn’t enough she played with me, balancing me between her nose and lips.
One day I fell down from her desk. She got angry and threw me away. Then the bell rang and all the children ran out of the class. A maid came just then, and threw me into a bin. Later came a truck and all the rubbish was thrown into it, I obviously accompanied the trash. Broken hearted and filled with grief, I lost my life and am now waiting for my funeral.
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