Write
It was dark in his pencil bag. Before I knew it, my owner, Adrian, unzipped the bag and grabbed me.

He was in English class, my favorite. I love writing and today he had to write an essay. He began writing about what he did on the weekend. Towards the middle of the story I knew this could be one of his best ever stories.

After a while, it happened. I broke. Right there in mid-sentence I cracked. I couldn’t deal with the pain much longer, but I couldn’t do anything about this. It hurt so bad that I can’t even put it into words. I felt as if I wouldn’t be able to write again.

Soon after I broke, Adrian got up and started walking towards a large metal machine.i couldn’t calm down, I became very scared. He put me inside and it gave me a terrible feeling.

Luckily, it only lasted a few seconds. He fixed me to be able to write again. It felt like a brand new start.