Autobiography of a pencil

I am a pencil. My name is DarkExpress. I was born in a factory. I was packed in a box with more pencils and sent to a shop.
There a young boy bought me for Rs. 10. He used me for writing essays, drawing pictures etc. Everyone in his class liked and admired me. I got a painful sharpening for the boy didn’t like pencils which were blunt! I was often borrowed by other people who liked to use me. The boy always sharpened me and each time I became smaller. I soon became too small that he couldn’t use me anymore. So he threw me in the dustbin. I had enjoyed the time when I was bigger.
Reema Ghazni (8 years)
Najaa Int. School, Mt. Lavinia