I was eating dinner and it was a normal day (so far). "It's my birthday", my little brother said jokingly. "No it's not", I replied. He had just been cured by that disorder and I was not going down that path EVER AGAIN.
"Hello", a high pitched voice said. It was probably my brother, he screamed really loudly and at a very high pitch. "Knock it off", I demanded, "knock what off", he said curiously. Then I knew my brother wasn't the one making that noise.
It's really easy to tell when he was lying but none of the signs he usually showed when he lied were there. I looked around and saw the talking pencil that was in my locker and screamed. "What are you screaming at", my brother said. "A talking pencil", I replied.
I pointed to the spot where I saw it and he said "your going crazy, there is no talking pencil", my brother replied. I saw its creepy face and pointed to it again, he replied with the same response.
Was I the only one who could see the talking pencil?
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Dreams
RandomThis book will be a collection of the dreams I have every night. I'm one of those people who can remember some of the dreams I had the night before. I thought it would be interesting to put it all into a book.
