Personify Object Of Importance

Life of a Drawing Pencil

Everything began in a factory. Well at least that is the first thing I remember. My siblings say there is more to where I came from. Something about wood and lead, but I am not so sure I believe them. My life is nothing like other objects. I do not even know what type of object I am. Some say I am just a regular pencil and some say I am a drawing pencil. Imagine if half of your friends called you Kaitlyn and the other half called you Sydney! It is confusing! For most of my life I’ve been used for drawing, so we are going to go with that. Anyway, as a drawing pencil, I’ve been tossed around a lot. There has been good moments in my life and some really bad moments. Let’s get back to the beginning.

Like I said, I was made in a factory with a bunch of my brothers and sisters. I was packaged with 6 of them, then traveled around the world to find myself in a Staples. We sat there patiently waiting for someone to pick us off the shelves. The hardest day in Staples was when a little girl picked us up, to only later put us back down for the twelve pack. I was so excited, only to be let down again. Luckily, my family and I were bought the next week by a boy named Brian. Brian was so happy the day he bought us. He went straight home and started doodling with me! I was his new best friend and the first pencil used out of the box. All of us went to school with him, did math homework with him, drew with him, we wrote stories and poems together, and the best times were when he would stick me behind his ear and we would continue doing our daily things. I experienced the world from his point of view. They were some of the best days of my life.

At the end of the day Brian would make me shorter. He would take a sharp box, put my head in it and spin me. The end result was always my height shortening and hair/ tip of my head getting pointier. I never understood why Brian did that to me, but it did not affect me too much so I did not mind. Brian would also often flip me over and use my eraser. Wow did he make a lot of mistakes. The more he used my eraser, the sadder I became. No one wants a pencil that is not able to erase mistakes and people make mistakes all the time. Then one day my eraser was gone, just like that. I felt useless, and pointless (or in this case eraser-less).

The next day was even worse. Brian was not using me on his homework because I did not have an eraser. He chose my annoying brother over me. My brother rubbed it in my face that he was the new favorite and I was stuck in the pencil case. Frustrated on his homework, Brain repeatedly wrote down numbers, then erased. After erasing for the tenth time, Brian took my brother and snapped him in half. Then threw him into the trash can and grabbed a different pencil. I was lucky I did not have an eraser. Brian later calmed down and pulled out a Staples bag. He couldn’t have bought more pencils right? Instead he pulled out eraser caps we could all wear! I would get to hang out with Brian again!

When Brian finished his homework, he drew. He was so good at it too. He would turn on music quietly, and he would draw for hours. He could draw anything, but I think his best work was his animals. He could draw animals so realistically! I was so glad I was part of it! He even submitted one of his sharks into his art teacher, and was recognition for it in front of the whole school! When he went up to receive his award, guess who was tucked behind his ear living the moment with him? Yup, me! Definitely the best day ever.

I miss Brain though. Yes you heard correctly. No I did not die, Brian dropped me in the halls at school one day, never noticed, and lost me. I layed on the ground for a while depressed, it was a really hard time. I waited and waited for Brain to come back. He never came back. Later a girl picked me up and I am okay, but I usually just hang out in her pencil case. I miss the exciting and action packed days. Maybe one day she will pull me out and things will be how they used to be, but for now I’ll be here. The life of a drawing (or regular) pencil is one bumpy roller coaster.