Personified skies- Before it all

Neon green

I walk out on the sidewalk, the bipolar weather of Utah still present. Yesterday it was mid-70s, now in the 40s, and declining rapidly. I keep my head down trying not to get attention. I recently learned about this "school" thing and how every youth in it must attend it. I suppose I look like I am young. Technically, SPWs reach full maturity at 300 so I am a youth. I have noticed that being 284 isn't normal on this Earth, or whatever this planet is called, most of these objects, unlike SPWs, are mortals and only live to their 80s on average. Lucky.
But now, I am forced into this "School" thing. There are twelve grades in total, and they decided to put me into ninth. I have no idea what half of the things they are talking about are, it is just a ramble of something called Math, Science, English, etc. Some of the "teachers" say that I speak English fluently, and are confused about how I know it so well if it isn't my native language. When I say that my native language is Mecoloriam, they look at me like I am insane.
My thoughts are scattered by a small rustling in the bushes. I turn around swiftly and look. There isn't anything too obvious, but I see some sort of discoloration in the bush. More of a neon green instead of a forest. Odd. I move over to the bush and look at it with curiosity. "Who is there?" I mutter, looking at the bush.
A tall Magnifying glass sits up, a neon green, like I had seen somewhat before. He looks at me and sighs. "Hello! You're coming with me!" Before I can react, he presses my two side buttons simultaneously, and like I always do when it happens, I Blackout.
***
I wake up in a small white room. I look around to see a few other objects talking about something. My mind is too fuzzy to listen in, but I can make out a few objects: the same magnifying glass, binoculars, some sort of monocle, a bean, a box, and a pen.
My mind clears a bit, and I listen slightly to the conversation. "If you are sure this 'Goiky' is where you can get more information, I suppose that I can find a way to get us there," The Pen says, they are dark orange and seem to be growing a small, barely noticeable mustache.
The Monocle, gold-rimmed with green-tinted glass responds, "How are you going to pull that off Bri, I still don't know if you are even a good enough engineer for this! None of us have seen your work!"
The Pen looks down seemingly uncomfortable, "It's Biro, not Bri. I told you this before Lewis!"
"Whatever Bri," The monocle; Lewis says.
The box; a wooden box colored cherry red chimes in "I have seen some of their work! I know that they are particularly good at this stuff! Graduated top of their class!"
The Binoculars join the conversation, "I have faith that they have some talent, that's let them try at least!"
Lewis rolls his eyes, "Fine, but only if Pestovol and Mark agree as well, this has to be a group decision."
The magnifying glass nods, "I think that Bri knows what they are doing, what do you think, Mark?"
Mark; Bean nods, "As long as she doesn't fail us, I'm fine with it."
The pen seemingly a bit more uncomfortable puts on a smile, "I won't let you guys down! I know some ways to transport things from one place to another, I will be able to do this!" I feel bad for the pen, but I say nothing, The Box realizes I am awake and looks at Pestovol.
"Pestovol, The SPW is awake." The box says, the box points to me, and Pestovol looks at me.
"Indeed, they are, Megan. Well, I assume you are confused, aren't you?" the magnifying glass says.
"Why am I here?" I say, glaring at the magnifying glass. Pestovol smiles and bends down.
"You're a fascinating object, many people wanted to study your kind, including myself. I won't hurt you, but I will research you. What number are you, may I ask?" Pestovol says, leaning down to talk to me.
I try to stand up, to realize I am tied, great. I break the ropes and look at them, "Why does that matter?"
Pestovol looks at me, dumbfounded. "I just want to address you correctly."
I roll my eyes. Lewis, Megan, Mark, the binoculars, and the pen are all looking at me, some of them are sort of scared. The pen looks away quickly and runs off. "Too bad, that stuff is private information. You guys don't need the information."
The magnifying glass looks sort of angered, and Presses both of my side buttons again, knocking me out.