07/03/2016
Dear Diary
Today was one of the hardest days of my sad life. So many people were pinching me, pushing me into a flat piece of paper, and using up all my ink.
My best friend is called Black Fineline. He is so lucky. All he does is sit there in one of those evil children’s pencil cases.
The reason it was such a hard day was because this evil girl called Andie, (such a weird name) was writing about being in the life of a pen. It was so depressing how she thought I lived.
Why does it always have to be me? Why, Why, Why? It’s not fair, life’s not fair! In my life there is the poor and the rich. The pens that are the rich, are pens like: Fine Lines, “special” colouring pens and horrible smelling watermelon pens. You see I’m not one of them, I’m the type of pen that is very poor. I wish I could just be different...
By Andie
I am proud of this work because I put a lot of effort into it and I really enjoyed writing this diary entry. My friends and parents said it was good. I feel like I explained all of the pen's feelings in this piece of writing.
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