Diary of a pen

I wrote this piece and Mrs Sturgeon 'suggested' I put this here because she loves the unique point of view and creativity that went into it.

Dear diary

4/3/16

Ooh, it’s been such a hard day today! The hand had mostly left me alone but the other pens are such jerks! Fine-lines telling me that I’ll never get on his league vivid is so full of herself, she keeps bugging everyone asking how she looks, and the pencils keep being obnoxious as usual and they keep poking and prodding everyone, especially me! Oh, I only wish I could go outside, it gets so stuffy in the pencil case especially with glue-stick lugging around.

Oh help, when I finally got outside I had to write on my crush how embarrassing is that!? She’s so cute though, I only wish I have the guts to tell her how I feel, but that’ll never happen fine-line was right I’ll never get on their league. *Sigh!*

When I got put back my friends, rubber and coloured rubber decided that enough is enough it’s time to tell my crush about my feelings about her. Being the good friends they are they helped me gather up my courage so I’ll have the guts to tell her… *inhale* “I can do this” *exhale* “it’s no biggie, right?! RIGHT?!

Well that was the worst mistake I've ever made.

Dear diary

7/3/16

Oh. my. God I shouldn't have done that, I SHOULDN'T HAVE DONE THAT! Ooh, what if I mess it up what if I embarrass myself in front of the- oh, you're probably wondering what happened, OK, I’ll tell you but you’re not going to like it!

Okay, so I was lying in the pencil case trying to work up the nerve, my dear friend rubber was telling me that I’ll only get one chance at this or else! *dum dum DUM!!!* As I was trying to get more information out of him the hand came and took me outside!! THAT MEANS I HAVE TO TELL HER!!!

As the hand took me to my upcoming doom the rubbers gave me thumbs up. *Thanks for the support!* The hand brought me right down to my crush, WAY to close for comfort, ten foot into infinity would be nicer.

“Hi” ohmygoshohmygosh, she’s talking to me!! I was on cloud nine, then my social anxiety whispered to me, *tell her… tell her…* Great, just as I was starting to relax. But of course it's right. as usual or this would have all been for nothing.

“Uh, h-hi paper” (yes I stammered) “w-would you like to go on a d-date?” I said the last part in a whisper, seriously regretting what I just said. Paper changed positions appearing to be in deep thought. Her friends on the other hand was horrified, I mean, why would a C.C.P (cute, cool and popular) date a loser like me? I must be insane!

Then paper said something that would go down in history forever… *drum-roll here* “sure”.while I was standing there in silent shock, paper grinned and flounced off, heading to the rubbish bin to dump the rest of her food down the bin.

“You know she’s only going out with you because her boyfriend dumped her” whiny sugar paper so kindly pointed out, but I didn't care I was on cloud nine! (again) and now I'm writing this entry on the floor, (not the classiest place I know) waiting, hoping that I won't be stood up but I don't think she's that mean… ooh there she is!!!

Pen out!