Story 3

"A frightened pencil trying to escape his pencil case because of the gang of stationaries."

A dark place. A tiny light appeared from a hole on the cloth wall. Suddenly, a loud voice woke me up.

"Woke up ! Meeting start ! It's morning already !"

Apparently the sound came from Rotring, a pen, one of the strong guy from the stationary gang.
By the way, I am Faber. A weak pencil that easy to break. So they always make fun of me. The whole gang. They stand for Rotring the pen, Boxy the eraser, Copic the marker, and the boss, Uhu the glue, and me.

"Hey! Pencil! Today is your duty to clean up! Go!" Rotring yelled.

'Today' he said, but that means EVERYday. That was how I treated. The other member just laugh at me, sometimes mock me.

Furthermore, I don't know where is our owner. He never opened up our home anymore to get us. The last time is a month ago. Then suddenly a loud bang occured, and we tumbles up and down. Since that time, we never saw him again.

When I was cleaning up their mess, I suddenly think. Life in the store is better for me. I stood in the display with the other pencil. We can talk and play as much as we want. The place was bright and warm.

I must run away from this place. I don't belong here. When the gang members was busy by their own business, I tried to find a way out. Apparently, there is a small hole in the edge of the wall, which I can fit in. With a bit of rustling sound, finally I was able to escape the pencilcase.

I started to walk around. Around me is only things that was unwanted, forgotten, or not useful anymore. I wonder if I will become one of them someday. Drips of water wet my body. I stared at the sky. It was raining lightly. Sometimes I heard a loud thundering voice. Maybe it was called lightning or what so ever.

I keep walking, walking and walking. I don't know where to go. I'm so tired that I was about to fell down. Two hours later, I reach my limit. My body all wet. I fell down in a black coloured plastic bag, "TRASH" was written there.

Oh no, this is no good. I can't end up here. A distant sound of a car can be heard. I'm sure it's the garbage car. As the sound was getting closer, my consciousness started to fade away.

But suddenly, a slimy thing covered up my body. It was a glue. And I felt that I was being pulled out.

They care after all. My gangs. My friends. Then we went home together, and I was treated well from now on.