There was a screech in the ceiling and I looked up to see what it was. It was the talking pencil! I had enough of that annoying pencil.
I felt as if it was watching my every single move. It was probably worse than having a human stalk you.
A pencil could go into places that not even a finger could reach. It looked at me with it's small beady eyes. Then it said, "hello again".
I tapped the shoulder of the person next to me. He turned to face me and I said "do you see a pencil". He observed the area I was pointing to.
"Yes and it has a mouth", he replied with a face that clearly showed he was creeped out. "Hello mister", the pencil said.
He grabbed my hand but quickly let go. The pencil was soon out of my mind. "Do you like me", I asked, "maybe", he replied with shyness.
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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.
