....(shrugging at computer)........uh.......let's say the title is um.....the book with no name....OOOOHHH I know-broken pencils

by WESTIE in Maryland

Hey folks!!! If this story sucks...TELL ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! here goes

        I stared at my pencil. My last pencil. I'd split it in half with my karate strength. Great! I thought. I hate standerdized testing!!! So much stress fills the air that I can't think. Then i end up braking my pencil and wasting money on machanical pencils because I press to hard. The bubbles on the answer sheet popmy bubbles because you have to fill them in the right way. 

       "Stop,this is the end of the Math test. please put down your pencil. Make sure your marks are heavy and dark,blah,blah,blah." At least I finished before the stress made me break my pencil. When my teacher called us to get lunch I stood up and got mine first. I ate slowly savoring the flavor that pulled my mind away from my stuffy 6th grade classroom. I only had a ham and cheese sandwhich but it was good!!!happiness swelled in me until Shaun Tarence poked the back of my head. I wurled aroud and smacked his oversized head with my metal waterbottle. "Demon child!!!" I hiss.  I instantly feel better as he rubs his head. smile... 

           When school ende I ran ahead of my little brother and shot into the house. I made my own dinner and went to bed. my dreams carried me to heaven, like they always did, to heaven where mt dead father waited to welcome me to heaven. He always said that he was proud of me and happy that i've taken care of my little brother. Then the dream fades. no more stupid broken pencils. sigh...