The Runaway Pencil

There I was in my room hitting my pencil on the table trying to think of what to write for the comprehension questions.  “UGH!  I don’t know what to write!” I yelled.  I was finally doing my homework but my pencil started skipping across my page, leaving a few pencil marks behind.  My jaw dropped.  I didn’t know if I was shocked or amazed.  I think I was more a mixture of both.  Pencil marks had already filled my page, covering my sentences.  I looked at my pencil.  It looked normal so it was probably me that made a silly mistake.  I ignored what just happened and finished my homework.

Suddenly, my pencil dragged my hand again and wrote ‘loser’ on my paper.  I looked at my pencil and saw it wriggling like a worm.  Then it leapt out of my hand which made me flinch.  “What just happened?” I asked myself.  As my pencil dashed out of my hand, I stood there frozen like a statue.

I snapped back to reality and realised that I let my pencil run away.  I sprinted my way from one room to another.  I searched every where but it was no where to be found.  What shall I do?  Shall I put missing pencil posters on everything I see?  Or shall I carry on looking for it?  I searched the whole house one last time, but didn’t find it.  What will my teacher say?  Will he believe me?

Nadirah