“Why do you exist? I spoke.
“Why? What’s the problem?”replied my pencil.
“I am bored to do my homework and write!”I answered
“So why did you buy from the store?”the pencil asked.
“Because if I don’t, I am going to have a zero in my grades,”I told him.
“That’s your problem not mine!”The pencil told me.
“But why do you have such a disgusting color?”I shouted.
“Well I don’t know that, you should ask my dad pen, also that’s how I was born!”The pencil screamed
“Why do you look so…………..”I said
“Do not say it I look fantastic, amazing I mean better than you!”The pencil interrupted.
“Ha ha I know the game today is the opposite day!”The pencil laughed.
“I mean you could be a bit more colorful or fancy!”I told him.
“I am going to try my best and make myself look gorgeous fabulous more than you would imagine!”The pencil replied.
“Next time I look at you and touch you or do anything with you need to look fabulous!”I rejoiced.