Sydney Smith (Blog #12)

A Day in the Life of a Pencil:

I start off my morning and it's pitch black outside. Probably because I'm in a backpack. I'm glad I have this backpack pocket, though; it's really comfy and warm. I jostle around against the pens and highlighters in my pocket, and start to feel a little seasick. We get to school, and the movement finally stops. Hooray!

I slowly unzip the zipper on the pocket. Luckily, my human doesn't notice. I slip out of the pocket and slide down the backpack onto the floor. A few heads turn at the noise, but no one sees me. I quickly crawl away, and roll under the classroom door. Free at last!

All my other pencil friends are in the hallway, too. We have a little bit of time before the class change, so we hang out for a while in the hallway. If a student comes out to use the bathroom or something, we roll under lockers or just lay there, looking inanimate. Luckily, no one suspects a thing.

And that's what happens to pencils when you swear you put them in your backpack, but you can't find them anywhere.