Animate- Alexander Reese

     A small sliver of light appears, slowly getting larger. It's finally time to get back on the job. After a long weekend of hardly being used at all, the zipper being undone on the backpack is a welcome sight. Most pencils don't look nearly as good as me. I am hand-crafted palm wood  mechanical pencil that looks like a very nice pen. The hand reaches down and I can hardly contain myself. Maybe I get to write some timed writings for Mr. Logsdon! I just hope he doesn't make any mistakes this time and rub away my whole eraser. Someday I just know I'm going to be used to write some important document like that lucky quill that wrote the Constitution. I just hope I don't become an airhead like him. I suppose all of this really depends on my somewhat disorganized owner not losing me forever like he seems to just about every other week. I think I also need to make sure I don't run out of lead at important times like usual before he gets rid of me on purpose.