The life of a pen

Yesterday was the best day of my life.I was used the whole day until 2:00. Then I was dumped dark and lonely in a black pencil case, with all these other grubby objects. They didn't even talk. Things were grabbed out all day but not me. One time I really thought they were actually going to pick me but they picked out the yucky glue stick beside me. Sad me, always the last one to get picked. They always pick out my identical twin but not me. Do the actually realise they are picking him only and not me, i mean do really do look exactly the same. I sit there all day waiting to get picked but i never do. The pencil case gets bashed all day which means me inside do to. I lie there all day hoping not to get broken, I never have but I always think that one day I will. I was used today in maths, i think, because I was always writing numbers. It was fun, one, two, three all the way up to 90. I did do a little bit of writing like the, and, or but not much. But I do like getting used in writing more because I get to write big and exciting words. It's fun. I was lying in the draw in my pencil case when suddenly someone grabbed the pencil case out. They were being pretty rough with it though it was no my real owner. The zip slowly opened. Someone stuck there hand in. They picked me they finally picked me i was thinking when they grabbed me out. But at the time I don't think that this was a good thing. They were unscrewing my head "Ouch" I scream as they rip it off. " Oh no they are getting my spring this is the end .
To be continued!!!