Pencil

Pencil: Today has been a good day! I woke up still in a dark area where I was left, and haven't been stuck in a grinder where I lose my body yet! Nor have I even been pushed onto a white sheet that slowly prepares me for the grinder! Oh no! my place of safety has been opened, and I'm moving towards the light! I go through what feels a lifetime of being prepared and shoved into the grinder, I hate "in class writings" or whatever they are. It seems I am in a new place of hiding, under a large black sky with these weird colored clouds. I sleep for several hours until I am kicked! I get kicked to the other side of the room, picked up and shoved into a grinder! After I endure this pain I am only used for several minutes until my body is split in two. The life of a pencil was a short and horrible one. RIP pencil.