Life of a pencil

Life of a pencil

There is a pencil in that teacher’s desk. He purchased it today to draw a picture of a princess. The teacher seldom uses a pen since he is a drawing teacher.

When The teacher started to draw with that pencil, it's nib gets broken and drifted apart. The teacher took his sharpener, inserted the pencil in it, rotated it until it is pointed. But the fragile, offal pencil broken again and again. he screwed it again and again. The pencil shortened to half of its height. the teacher heard a phone call so he put the pencil on the desk and went to answer it.

Then, the pencil stood up. It is crying. It saw some stubs of pencils in a trash bin. The pencil now could imagine it’s hell. The pencil abhorrent the teacher. the teacher came back. The pencil hid under a file. He founds the pencil is missing. The clock rungs 10 bells and the teacher has a drawing class by 11.

"Oh my God, I have to draw a princess before the children come"The teacher loathed in searching for the pencil and tries a ballpoint pen from the pen holder.

The pencil comes out and takes a scale and tries to escape with it.

‘you shouldn’t hide’ A ballpoint pen in the pen holder warned that pencil. The pencil gibe at it.

‘I’m not a pen like you. If I stay, I will disappear in hours ’ The pencil whispered and covered its nib with a pens cape to look like a veil.

‘You are not a pen. You will never.’ The pen removed the pen cap from pencil’s head ‘I don’t have any akin to you. But I swear I wished to be like you. Like a pencil’ The pen started dropping ink drops from its eyes.

‘what are you saying?’

‘see the teacher. He is trying to draw with a pen. When he gets intrusions he is covering the mistakes with a whitener. It leaves white patches on the paper.’

The pencil looks at the teacher. The teacher is getting irritated with the pen. The teacher is trying to apply a whitener to the pen’s mistake. Drawing with a pen is like eating grit in a dessert.

The pencil sunk head into the chest.

The pen pushes him in it’s back.‘ You can erase your mistakes and blend them into beautiful pictures. A pen can only cover the mistakes with white paint."

The pencil starts to think. The pen pushes him forward "go on. Be a pencil. erase your mistakes into beauty ".

The pencil looks at the stubs in the trash. Suddenly an old pencil piece from the trash raises its voice.

‘common my boy. Don’t be dubious. Rather than your lifetime, Your work is admirable and precious. Its impressions are long-lasting.’

The pencil smiles and dives on the paper. The teacher smiles and takes the pencil.

After an hour another stub of the pencil is thrown into the garbage. But the teacher hangs a gorgeous princess drawing in his room. He smiled at it