Hanging on the shelf waiting for kids to walk right pass me. Not wanting to be bought from the store ,but one day it happen a little kid had pick me off the shelf. Scared of what’s going to happen to me from now on.

As we got home the kid put me into his backpack. Not knowing what is happening around me. I try to fall asleep as I heard someone say “watch out don’t let him use you too much, or you will end up in the trash faster.” As I open my eyes I saw the backpack talking to me, but I just shook it off and went back to sleep

I felt something sharp cutting my body. Like someone cutting me open. I opened my eyes when I saw my lead so sharp it could cut someone badly. As the kid gets ready to write until I dull out I started to get scared, but can’t do anything. When the kid starts to write my lead gets shorter and shorter so he would sharpen me again. The more he sharpens the shorter I get “NOOOO someone please help me!!!! Get me out of here!!!!”