Assignment 14, Brave Little Toasters

I stand straight, ready, waiting at the starting line to begin the race. I look down at the white ground and take in the light blue sidelines that will dictate my path. As I feel the slight pressure around me, I take off. I spin in intricate patterns, my shoes leaving scuffmarks everywhere I have gone. I pause to realize I have taken a wrong turn; I flip and quickly reverse my path to fix the problem. Off I go again. Suddenly I feel the pressure release at just the right moment, I fall to the ground to take a break. As I come back up, I am careful to make these last patterns perfect. I tap my toes, thinking of my next and final move. Instantly, I find the strength to make a graceful leap to the finish line. With one final jump, one final scuff, I have finished a beautiful essay. I am a pencil; each story I write is an adventure.